Danglers return

9 p.m. Friday, June 20, 2008

Cafe Nine, 250 Crown St., New Haven (203) 789-8281

Oh Baby,it’s cold outside

 ... But you live in CT. So you’re tougher than that, right???

 Tonight, put on an extra layer and get yer ass down to the

corner of Crown and State in New Haven.

Danglers, Vültüres, Sex and Death USA!!!!


It’ll warm the cockles of your heart.

Preach the blues

Boys:

I hear the good Rev’nd’s headin up your way to preach the Gospel to the heathens and homosexuals and Methodists. You can find him Friday night at this here house of worship. I hear they’re mighty free with that communion wine, particularly with the young’uns. Y’all could use some preachin — ’specially Dwight.

Pa.

P.S.: If Maylene turns up way up north there, you be sure to send her right back down to Nome so’s she can have her young’un among the folks that care about her and git back to sloppin the hogs.

Guess what?

Sweet darlin’ Dewey butterbuns:

Isn’t this here that same place you drug me to that time I stayed with you up north – when the cops came in an’ done took away my mai-tai? I gather they’re in some kind of trouble.

Dewey, you’n me got to talk. Remember them funny-color candies you gave me an’ told me to take one every day, even if I didn’t feel like it? Well, they didn’t work. They done tasted like horsepiss anyhow, so I jes’ ate Pez instead. An’ now I’m in a fambly way. I know it’s your’n cuz the hog-hands don’t do it the right way and Uncle Pa’s been on the whiskey agin. Where the heck are you anyway? You ain’t returned not one of my calls.

And now Aunt Ma sez I may have to go back to school so’s I can finish seventh grade an git a job at Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart, Dewey, and I ain’t never worked a day in my life and don’ plan on it nohow. So I’m settin’ to catch one of them Greyhound buses and leave Nome so I can come live with you way up there in Yankee territory. I need a little money, but I know that won’t be no problem with all yer makin’ playin’ with yer band an all. I think maybe $15,000 would do it, to start.

I cain’t wait to see you – and for you to see my belly.
– Kisses, smooches and more (much more, rowr!):

Yer cousin, Maylene.

P.S.: If’n you cain’t come up with the money, I guess I could always ask yer wife.

Freakout 10.21

Chapter 10.21 from the Book of Freakout brought to you by Popeye’s Fried Chicken.

One more time

WHAT? Danglers LIVE at E-Bomb’s Annual Boo-Shebang, with the Memphis Morticians, the Fury III, Deuce Freehley and Nasty Disaster.

WHEN? TONIGHT! (Saturday, Oct. 21)

WHERE? Black Orchid Room at the Iron Chef, 21 Plains Road, Essex, Conn.