Wednesday, February 25, 2009
friends I miss from the old SWWB
With a virus hitting our fave the ol' SWWB like a roadside burger through an heiress most of us, including myself, have stayed away. I miss the drunken rants of Bob Booze Belle and those adorable southern hicks from Pine Ridge, Arkansas...ray ray and shermie. And, will we ever find out if Barry Matalo ever finishes MATALO, THE MUSICAL. Will we be forever left hanging and never know what the finished lyrics are to "Thar's Red Snow On My Boomerrang, Ma'am."