(Before everyone goes into a tizzy and demands this be deleted; please understand that this is only meant in good fun.)
Me and the DH were knocking down some of the Rib King's finest brisket last night when we overheard four DJs lift a glass at the next table.
DJ #1: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!
DJ #3: That Keith Mitchell's a big guy. Stands about 10 foot tall!
DJ #4: You know Mitchell once did time in a Mexican prison. Last month, I sees this 10 foot tall Mexican kid DJ'ing at a [EDIT]bar in Milwaukee. I asked him his name. D*mn it all, if it wasn't Pedro Jesus Rafael Mitchell.
DJ #1: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!!
DJ #2: Mitchell taught me how to hit the post, and how to get my Mojo working.
[EDIT]
DJ #1: I heard Mitchell once hosted the Cammy's and gave every award to Bootsy Collins.
DJ #3: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!!!
DJ #2: Did I ever tell you about the time Mitchell went hunting? Mitchell decides he's going to hunt down the DJs at 55KRC? [EDIT]
DJ #2: Did I ever tell you about when Mitchell and the Luna Man were looking for a new radio gig? They go off looking for a gig, and can't find one. Finally Mitchell takes Luna to a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' Well they sat there for about six months and sure enough someone constructs a radio station around them. The day they went on the air Mitchell wrote a couple of liners, ran music in Selector, VT'ed a couple of breaks, bought everyone a Macallan Scotch whiskey and then used the rest to light a fire that burned the place to the ground. Mitchell yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found em!'
DJ #1: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!!!!
And about then, our check arrived. But d*mn it boys. Whether I like WGRR or not, I had to admire how those DJs stood up for their PD. So before I paid and left, I bought 'em all hookers and a couple of baskets of Saratoga Chips.
iluvri07: To Keith Mitchell...one h*ll of a book!
Group: Keith Mitchell!!!!!
[EDIT-inflammatory]
Me and the DH were knocking down some of the Rib King's finest brisket last night when we overheard four DJs lift a glass at the next table.
DJ #1: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!
DJ #3: That Keith Mitchell's a big guy. Stands about 10 foot tall!
DJ #4: You know Mitchell once did time in a Mexican prison. Last month, I sees this 10 foot tall Mexican kid DJ'ing at a [EDIT]bar in Milwaukee. I asked him his name. D*mn it all, if it wasn't Pedro Jesus Rafael Mitchell.
DJ #1: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!!
DJ #2: Mitchell taught me how to hit the post, and how to get my Mojo working.
[EDIT]
DJ #1: I heard Mitchell once hosted the Cammy's and gave every award to Bootsy Collins.
DJ #3: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!!!
DJ #2: Did I ever tell you about the time Mitchell went hunting? Mitchell decides he's going to hunt down the DJs at 55KRC? [EDIT]
DJ #2: Did I ever tell you about when Mitchell and the Luna Man were looking for a new radio gig? They go off looking for a gig, and can't find one. Finally Mitchell takes Luna to a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' Well they sat there for about six months and sure enough someone constructs a radio station around them. The day they went on the air Mitchell wrote a couple of liners, ran music in Selector, VT'ed a couple of breaks, bought everyone a Macallan Scotch whiskey and then used the rest to light a fire that burned the place to the ground. Mitchell yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found em!'
DJ #1: To Keith Mitchell...
Group: Keith Mitchell!!!!
And about then, our check arrived. But d*mn it boys. Whether I like WGRR or not, I had to admire how those DJs stood up for their PD. So before I paid and left, I bought 'em all hookers and a couple of baskets of Saratoga Chips.
iluvri07: To Keith Mitchell...one h*ll of a book!
Group: Keith Mitchell!!!!!
[EDIT-inflammatory]
