| TrolleyBUZZ - May 2 2002 |
| This is the page that reports the poop! Every week there's a blow out quality hoe-down in Dayton, and it happens at The Trolley Stop every Thursday at 9:00. It's called The Acoustic Revival, and you can expect dicey manuvers and high shinanigans. The photographic evidence will be complied, reviewed, and displayed here for easy viewing. Check back every few days to see what went wrong the previous week. Lots on this page, so let it load even if it takes a bit (and it will). |
| Due to a glitch, the first part of the May 2nd TrolleyBUZZ was eaten by Web Boogies. These boogies munched the page completely, and I may or may not re-construct it. The world of the written word weeps... |
| BEER LOVE? You're Damned Right! |
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| Sure. It's probably got something to do with a bunch of mental mumbo jumbo. Headshrinker stuff. Not enough affection as a baby, something like that. All you know is that, when your hand if full of your foamy lover, you feel like you've found your other half. See those working men? You think they're wondering about their Super Ego? Hell no. They are savoring a cold one, and it doesn't cost $180.00 an hour. They're talking to Dr. BEER LOVE. And look at Brother John. That's right, listen to your friend. Take a long look at that crazy-happy SOB's face. You think for one second a trip to the witch doctor is going to get him levelheaded and smooth like you see him here and I'll bet cash you've suffered a head trauma. He knows. The words his little BEER LOVER are whispering are the only therapy he needs. And these two lovely ladies, both of them completely, totally, clinically insane (as if you couldn't see that just by looking at the picture). Now be honest: once you're head is full of burnt out circuitry, why NOT embrace the obvious? BEER LOVE can keep you grinning like these two kooks 24 / 7. And what's this? Our good friend Jason is spanking himself for a taste of brew. Degrading? HELL NO. If you know the man, you know he'd probably be spanking himself anyway. What's his problem? Nothing a sip of rich, thick suds won't improve. See, Jason knows that long after the hot pink fades from his cheeks, he'll remember the BEER LOVE. And what about the somber James Dean looking guy?. You're thinking, "Lone Gunman". Truth is, he's having a little spat with his partner. He wants a jet ski, the brew wants to paint the house. Are they headed toward counciling? Nope. No need. No expert can tell these lovers anything. Because in a moment he will take a big swallow, and the BEER LOVE will kick in, and they will be just fine. That cold one wants it as much as he does, and they'll solve the little troubles with true, pure, BEER LOVE |
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| The Huge One. Jason Ruge. No one, but no one, can stop him. You always see him surrounded by beautiful women. You hoped for the best when he was kidnapped. Now, you can see another sexier side of this wooly, wooly man. Apparently Ruge missed the "Belly Love" memo, because in this picture he's revealing his pink hairy man-boob. And to tell the truth, I like it. It's bold, fresh, new, it's better than hot. It's NOT HOT. It is the polar opposite of hot. He's once again found a way to re-invent himself. This is why Jason "Huge" Ruge will always be on top - he is always evolving, shaping the newest version of himself, remaking the man and the myth. This time it's a Frightfully Fuzzy Man-Child, next time, who knows? WHO KNOWS? |
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| HIJINX |
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| This is the Lovely Tonya. She'll be bringng the BEER LOVE to you. Reward her with a massive tip. GIVE HER SOME MONEY! |
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| Oh. Oh. Ok. Oh my. Well. I see. Well, I mean, you know, I don't "see" I just, yeah, hi, hello, um, escuse me, bye now... |
| Yo yo yo, it's MC Christy H. up in the house, and you'd best mind yourself or she'll bust a fiddle in yo' ass.... |
| He just couldn't stay away! That's right, The Trolley Stop attracts the stars like no other place, and once David Lee Roth came out once we knew he'd be back. What does David Lee say? "Bowzdee bowzdee bop, diddy-bop." And you can take that to the bank. |
| It's The Future Mrs. Purkey and a pal, CUTE!!! Matt has been out to almost every Acoustic Revival since forever, but due to his schedule he hasn't been able to play. This week he's coming out early so you'll be able to hear his music. Looking forward to it Brother Matt. And thanks for coming out to the big Toby's gig. |
| These three people react with uncertainty when they realize their phones have been calling each other without permission. |
| What happens when you don't include the whole family when doing shots? Hey, that's more like it! |
| Kevin HARDWICK, Scott Marshall. No question, they are favorites at The Acoustic Revival. No question, they are very cool. No question, they have carved out a place for themselves. And no question, that is this picture, Scott is buzzed like a wild man. |
| Professor John creating a special drink that he calls "The Panty Peeler". |
| Real men dig girls with INK. |
| Hi. Like my hat? |
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| GREAT LEAPING CRAP! It's DANCE PARTY TIME!!! |
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| Here is the proof - everything is all fun and games, until someone gets hurt. Adrian thought she'd been a lot of places and done a lot of things. And then The Tomcat introduced her to a little piece of choreography called "The Humping Swan". Folks, I just snaps the pictures and reports the facts. |
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| Danni Versus The FezPimP!!! |
| Many of you will remember last week when The FezPimP recieved a serious injury to a tender and personal area at the hands of the very beautiful and dainty Danni. Everyone knew that The FP doesn't play that (whatever that means). This night he struck back, applying a terrible sleeper hold to the frail neck of our Danni. She was out in seconds. Then, to the horror of all the people assembled, he gave her an Atomic Mega-Death Wedgie, and when the underpants were at their limit he lifted Danni's unconcious body and proceeded to hang her from a ceiling fan by her straining wasteband. Then, The Lord Of Bad walked away, arms upraised in victory. It was awful (except for the hanging by the underwear from the fan part - that was actually pretty funny). Danni has got to go a long way to get even for this one... |
| Nobody's buying this. NOBODY. |
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| Nice Folks Behaving (sorry, I'm just completely out of ideas) |
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| See? It's not ALL goofy shinanigans. Just about 80%. That's the deal. See you Thursday. |
| This has been another TrolleyBUZZ page, so stay tuned and check back for the numerous updates that I will undoubtedly post when I get the casts off my wrists. Carpel Tunnel Syndrome is a lot less funny when I have it. At this point I can't operate a door knob. Well, really any knob. Frankly, until I had this problem I never noticed how "knob-centric" our society is. I mean, try to find a standard door without one for crying out loud. It's like, I don't know, we're all knob-aholics or something. You think our founding father and mothers invisioned a world totally dependent on knobs? Hell NO! We weren't born with trunks like them friggin' peanut hoarding pachyderms. I got wrists man! WRISTS! I got a THUMB. I can reach and grasp! Would it kill us, would we whither as a society if we began to make use of something besides a frigging KNOB? I don't think so, my fellow Americans, I don't think so. Honestly, if we can't find a way to open something without a knob, haven't the terrorists already won? Besides, would not using knobs be so bad? Would it really give you a huge neck pain to have to pull a lever or something? I read about a door in a castle in England, and it revolved, and every time somebody went through it pumped 50 gallons of water into the place. NO KNOB. Sweet baby Jesus, I'd love to pump some water as long as the device that did the work was sans knob. Hmm. Wonder if I'm stretching this bit out too much? You know, I bet if I switch to a smaller font I can keep this stupid gag going another three weeks at least. Yeah! Though I should mention, parenthetically, that my wrists actually do hurt. Anyway, click HERE to go back to the main KC Kelly and The Reverend Dave page, And HERE to go back to the main TrolleyBUZZ page. |
| Brother John, he hears the words of love... |
| Crazy. LIKE TWO FOXES! |
| The Working Men. Working on BEER. |
| My Beer, she will not listen. |
| She loves the way he Smacks His Ass... |