Ukuleles Happen

I need sleep, y’all.  Bad.  I’m surprised I managed to avoid drooling all over Herbert and the keyboard.  Well, at least it didn’t make it in to the video.

What the hell is a Honky Tonk Parade, anyway?  Ugh.  Sleep.  Ugh.


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32 thoughts on “Ukuleles Happen

    1. I know. Believe me, I know. Turns out I’m sick as hell with a fever. I’m pretty sure it was the fever that picked Ronnie. After some Tylenol, last night was all about Snookie. Better?

  1. you already know how adorable i think you are, so this time i’ll just remark on your cleavage: bodacious!

    also, please add blog category for herbert STAT! he is long overdue. kthanksbye.

      1. For some reason, I am unable to reply to your reply. So this is my reply.

        Yeah, Ronnie is disturbing — the whole gang makes me want to puke. And they make like $25,000 an episode to act like that? It’s horrifying! It’s filthy! BUT. He’s not bad to look at, not at all. That’s all I’m saying. 😉

  2. Honey Bun,

    The answer to sleep is in the lyrics (quote ’em some lyrics, dude!). Just stop believing in this Ronnie person and your brain plague will be over! Or believe something unfortunate happens to Ronnie and get back to dreaming of cupcake-pooping unicorns.

    It’s the only way.

  3. That was great. You say honky tonk parade, and I picture a long line of party barges floating down the river loaded down with coolers and my very large, extended family, with Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, and Loretta Lynn providing the background music.

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