Foghorn Finds America

OK. Tell us about your first girl friend.
Also about the first music you liked when you were a kid or teen.
Then tell us about growing up a tough street kid on the streets of South Chicago with a zip gun in your pocket. It's okay if you make it up.
Explain to us what a zip gun is.
After that, tell us about your first hangover.
Tell us what you think about on New Year's Eve.
Get deep and tell us who God is.
Get light and write about goofing off in class when you were ten.
Tell us about more famous or infamous people you smoked dope with.
Obscure people are okay too.
We'll eat it up. Nobody out here is a critic. We just like to hear about the Fog Man.
Oh yeah - and scan some more stuff from your archives.
 

Yeah. What those guys said.
 

Tell me about a time when you were so lonely or confused, that Cheech and Chong's "The Empire Hancock Building" seemed like a good idea.
 

What is your favorite colour?
 

OK. A priest, a rabbi, a nun, , a Scotsman, a Ukranian, and a blonde all walk into this bar. The bartender looks at them and says: "What is this, a joke?"
 

The Fogman runs in circles, draws cartwheels with his beak. The screaming anxiety of another desert winter day screams for Hugh and the Word.

Get outa your rut, We need words and pics and laffs. We are your public and we demand it.

Puhleeze????
 

have you heard about the zen hotdog vendor? he can make you one with everything.