Ok here ya go, Wom" smiled GrandChester.
"Back in the sixties.. 1969 to be exact. I dated John Fogerty. I accompanied him to Max Yasgurs farm where he joined in a rock & roll band we camped out on the land and got our souls free".
"Well, as the flower children started to arrive it was getting a little crazy with all the wacky-tobaccy filling the air. Poor cows were feeling the effects and not producing much milk for ole Mr. Yasgur.
"Anyway, John and a group of close friends found White Lake on ole man Yasgurs farm. It was hot & we all stunk to high heaven. We grabbed a couple bars of soap and jumped in. Well we all frollicked around the lake and had a swell time. I got a new nickname as soon as I disrobed...GrandChest(er). " The darndest thing was unbeknownst to us... ole man Yasgur had stocked that lake with piranha...YES, I SAID PIRANAH...Bonny!!
"Talk about a Wild Wicked Weekend! Poor John lost his left big toe to one of them fiesty fish and I nearly lost the rights to my new nickname!Well, we all got outta that water faster than a fox in a fire! We got Johns toe sewn on by some hippy dude named Jerry Garcia".
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