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I'm A King Bee - Slim Harpo The early Stones did a decent cover And to muddy the waters

When I was a child, we went out to an alligator 'farm' (tourist trap) to see alligator wrestling. It was run by the local Seminole Indian tribe. There was this fenced in pond with an overfed alligator on the bank. The 'wrestler' walked in, flipped the gator on it's back and held its mouth shut. They he held his hand up as if to say "Ta-Da". The build up on the primitive PA set was long and scheechy. The whole 'wrestling match' lasted about 3 minutes, if that. Then he flipped the bored gator over again and walked out of the fenced area. The gator went back to sunning itself. I could hear the gator thinking "Oh well! It's a living." Even as a kid I knew that was a ripoff. I liked the glass bottom boats better and eventually became a skin diver so I could go out to the reefs by myself (with a buddy of course). The Seminoles don't do that anymore. They found better ways to make money. In the 1960s and 70s they sold cigarettes on their reservation bypassing state and perhaps federal taxes at a lower price than you could get them elsewhere. Then they found Casino gambling, and they've been rolling in the dough ever since. I gigged at a couple of their Casinos. With all the lights and bells it was like playing in a Hawaiian shirt In front of us were the husbands or wives of their gambling partners. Our job was to keep them entertained, so they don't bug their spouses to take them home. Not the best performing situation, but not the worst either, and the pay was quite good. The staff was very nice to us, even helped us carry the gear in, and when the gig was done, they said we could go to the restaurant and order whatever we wanted, including the steaks, on the house. I think we were among the few winners those nights. We did them for a few years, then a new manager was hired and decided to put in single singing guitarist acts. It was a good run while it lasted. Notes

Caribbean Queen (No More Love On The Run) - Billy Ocean The song was originally titled African Queen and Billy's real name is Leslie Sebastian Charles

leap = jump Jump, Jive, And Wail - Louis Prima with Sam Butera and the Witnesses (Sam is one of my top 20 all-time favorite tenor sax players) Sorry, the video isn't really live.

Gators are best left alone. Every true Floridian knows that. Those yankee transplant golfers never seem to learn.

Lyrics (before they changed the meaning of "gay") But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring It Might As Well Be Spring - (Rodgers & Hammerstein from the musical "State Fair") - I'll choose the Getz/Gilberto version because Stan Getz is one of my all-time favorite tenor sax players

Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses

Method of Modern Love - Daryl Hall & John Oates

Diet is always best if you can find something that works. I had inherited bursitis in my hip from my father. When it was bad, I couldn't walk more than 2 blocks without sitting, and I couldn't drive without a 'blue ice' pack behind my right hip. I went on the arthritis/bursitis diet, and now I can walk 4 miles for exercise and drive 8-10 hours without the blue ice. I'm 99.99% cured. (A couple of times per year if I stretch in an extreme direction I can feel slight discomfort where the pain used to be.) A doctor who believed in medicine as a last resort gave me the diet. If anybody wants the diet, let me know, I'll be happy to share it. Notes

Yep Just one link of many: https://www.acsh.org/news/2017/09/11/tylenol-far-most-dangerous-drug-ever-made-11711 I never take it myself. I love my liver, and can't live without my liver, so I'm a liver lover. None of the NSAIDs are without their risks, so I don't take them unless absolutely necessary. When I do I choose Ibuprofen at the minimum dose. Ibuprofen seems to work better for me, so I can take less of it. If I'm going to damage my liver, I'll choose a nice Cabernet. Notes

A bad punner steals, a good punner borrows, and there isn't much difference between the two.

Tylenol (Acetaminophen - Paracetamol) is the biggest cause of liver failure in the world today. Be careful not to exceed the recommended dosage.

Spayed?

Time for some Motown (that's halfway between Larry Town and Curly Town nyuk nyuk) My World Is Empty Without You - The Supremes

C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors," and E-flat leaves. C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me, I'll just be a second." A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor and sends him out. Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and shouts, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight." Next night, E-flat, not easily deflated, comes into the bar in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says: "You're looking pretty sharp tonight. Come on in. This could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat takes off his suit and everything else and stands there au naturel. Eventually, C, who had passed out under the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless. The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.

There's a fine line between a numerator and a denominator. Only a fraction of people will find this funny.

Smith - Baby It's You Gayle McCormick can really wail

Heartbreaker - Pat Benatar

I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water - Stonewall Jackson

Turning vegan would be a big missed-steak.