First off or should I say blast off piccolo screams confused as a hog’s cough…Laughs aren’t rare as the pride of one’s past.
Traveling down a dark windy road apparently windy isn’t the word I was thinking so I guess this road was in a valley because at first I was thinking of winding with curves but realized it must was the wind because of the way it’s spelled anyways it leads to basement humor told in laundrymat style.
When the tables flipping and the chicken sticking sometime you gotta slow grind with a pork rind this time seconds and minutes vandalized in a basement of storytelling in audio cinematic laundry matic fashion.
In the thick of purple moons and honor, no sleep was granted to those that were not Randomites and though the skin of the chicken that layeth in the grease the longest shall be the darkest, my caravan of caribou protected by realms of the storytelling style of the Laundrymat that baste in the juicy guts of basement humor.
Hambone heard that his mother was gonna buy him a mockingbird but sadly didn’t foresee that the mockingbird wasn’t going to sing so in return Hambone’s mother bought herself a diamond ring and now with hindsight it’s easier to see that the ring wasn’t going to “shine” because all along there was a plot for a bottle of wine that she drank in the bathroom of the laundry mat telling stories of basement humor.
Dearly beloved We are gathered here today to celebrate with Loism and Raw as they proclaim their love and commitment to the world. We are gathered to rejoice, with laundrymat storytelling and for them, in the new life they now undertake together in the form of basement humor.
If you left Chicago on a train going south traveling a speed the equivalence to the speed of a flaming centaur and at the same time you opened a transport business in the fictitious town of Mortise, invested most of your earnings into huckabees then waited 14 years for the huckabee to be recognized as the main global currency. How many times would your train stop? Easy as 3.14 when you subtract laundry mat storytelling and multiply it with the basement humor.....with a funny femur.
“Ask yourself before you ask someone else but if you are questioned before you are able to question there is no plead there is only reason think about it? “ I thought about it and I realized why that guy wore a coat with sandals. Anyways more word association from the basement of laundry mat style storytelling.
Here lies an episode of utterly confusion swimming birds and flying fish in the midst of unauthorized pleasure similar to the stew meat in a backwood restaurant’s soup of the day located in the basement of a laundry mat.(.Warning ends abruptly)
During the certain magic hour in a certain village among certain folk behind a closed certain curtain lies a certain sea urchin hurting and uncertain if it will ever see the merchants that were lurking and searching for virgin surgeons. And random laundry mat style basement dwelling storytelling stories in the likes of Big Richard coming back from the crusades.
This episode is as random as coming to a fork in the road to the city of Loism which can be found in a state of chaos in the country of being continent to the things that reside outside of my mental,physical, and most importantly my spiritual universe....This is Loism.
This episode is as raw as sewage yep that raw, I want to apologize for the rawness even though I shouldn’t because I disclosed a disclaimer in the title but once a piccolo player always a player and most will say so, few will disagree and one will say it doesn’t matter at all. And that my majestic man pony,that is divine in the way of laundry mat showmanship with three quarters of basement improv biscuit biting baloney stretching out to reach a limitless universal frequency freedom.
This episode is full of Barnyard Big Richard gibberish galloping through a mist of confusion speckled with a lil discomfort ...not the discomfort of waking up outside naked in front of a painted picture of yourself from the rear view using your wallet as a pillow. But more the discomfort of following the very unorthodox style of Laundry Matt storytelling insulting the ways of the legendary “Washing Rhett” only a memory remains along side of the record stores of yesteryears. Basement improv provides balance to the equilibrium of Loism Raw. You can use the link below to suggest subjects or leave feedback. https://anchor.fm/ibin-lozelle-dmf-king/message
This episode features fish not frying in the kitchen nor are there any beans burning on the grill although this episode took a whole lotta trying different laundry mat whistling techniques but I think all in all we got up the hill. Thought about chewing some Big League bubble gum but then it was my turn at bat and as long as I have my improv basement hash succotash popping at nothing wrong and three lefts making it all right with that.
This episode is full of action keywords and mayhem definitely a Saturday Night Special with a lump sum of man pony protein powder forced into a scrumptious piece of 3.141592.... add two sticks of butter to a pewter midnight let the scampi marinate in a pearlescent shimmer and let it simmer baby in other words it’s a laundry mat care package that your neighbor opened up by accident and you decided to add it to your basement improv prop inventory.
This episode is a shorty doo wop of a few random stories raw and uncut as usual. From the depths of the basement improv sweatshop established back in 1977. Across the street from Hazel’s Laundry Mat a gem of rare specimen of manpony was born and bred to compete with only itself in other words a few random weird stories.
Random freestyle storytelling about a variety of situations along with some basement improv with a slight touch of antique shoehorn style between the booty crack and genitalia landing strip known as the Banana Cake Embassy in other words an easy target.
This is an episode about a few random laundry mat quality stories full of bigotry and plenty mummified disco links to go around. Of course basement improv meets mathematical equation #31 in other words your arms to short to box with God.
Freestyle storytelling about a few random moments in my life. From moments as a personal assistant to being a light drinker along with random tidbits of improv basement laundry room turtle doves.
This episode is a questionnaire i composed with the purpose to ask a few friends and get some different answers but I decided to answer them myself.