What a Trip (or Is Bong the Tiki Messiah)

Now check this - the Smokin' M's are playing across the street from my house at my neighbor's yearly wild-ass luau.

As we're packing the equipment up, I hear over the roar of the crowd the name of my birthplace - Tiki Central!

I drop everything (luckily it wasn't my guitar) and focus on the kindered soul that mentioned those precious words.

I walk up towards her, as a beam of divine light illuminates my path. I say "tell me child of tiki, who art thou", to which she says - Tikiholic!

Man, or man (or woman), what are the chances that we play a non-descript luau and a fellow TC member is in attendance? (statistically speaking it's 1 in 832,038,273.110485 - but who's counting).

So I says to myself "self, there must be some sort of tiki divinity going on here. Why is it everywhere I go, someone in the tiki world is there. Is it me? Am I the tiki messiah (in a non-religious way)?".

Then I ponder further "if I am the tiki messiah, does that mean my dad really didn't impregnate my mother?".

Then I stop the non-sensical pontification as I realize I'm standing in the middle of the street with my PA speakers, and a 1992 Ford F-150 is bearing down on me...

(Anyways, great to meet Tikiholic and her significant other.)

[ Edited by: TNTiki on 2004-11-06 15:14 ]

Bong, is that you?

On 2004-09-05 11:27, Tiki_Bong wrote:
Now check this - the Smokin' M's are playing across the street from my house at my neighbor's yearly wild-ass luau.

A luau just for wild asses? Finally!

[ Edited by Humuhumu to fix BBCode ]

[ Edited by: Humuhumu on 2004-09-05 19:02 ]

On 2004-09-05 11:27, Tiki_Bong wrote:

Then I ponder further "if I am the tiki messiah, does that mean my dad really didn't impregnate my mother?".

I tink dats what ya call yer emmaculate contraception.

Behold the Son of Ku!

Man oh man, when my Band takes off, I'm movin' to the coast, YOUR coast! (It rains too much on ours). Love that pic.