okay people....

i've got this idea.....

stay with me....

here we go now....

i was thinking that we should have a "dear king bignoggan" section on my site.....it'll be like dear abby and shit, and you guys can ask questions over the guestbook that you want king bignoggan to address and i'll answer the ones i feel are worthy of my time and thought. fuck yeah, dude. this is gonna be cool.

i kinda feel like those of you who are reading this now are the generals in my army and shit and therefore will help make this idea prosper with your well thought out questions and shit. and don't get your fucking feelings hurt if i don't choose to answer yours either. there is no fucking pouting in scott copeland's army......

okay, we'll see how that goes. be somebody.

..............

i remember about 6 months ago i was playing golf with my friend todd brown and we got paired up with these two older guys. they were probably in their 60's. anyway, i usually don't like playing with people i don't know because i curse a lot and sometimes it offends people. i don't really know why though. i just know it does.

so, i'm trying to be polite and not curse and we play a couple of holes and one of the older guys, we'll call him Benny, topped his shot and his ball went into the creek. then he slammed his club on the ground and yelled, "motherfucking cunt ass pussy!"

and i was like, "bad ass, one of my people."

we had a great round together after that. i love ol' Benny.

his name really wasn't Benny. he just reminded me of Benny Hill and that's how i remember him so fuck you. he's benny now.

Feel free to remember your stories however you see fit.


i just wanted to tell you guys that i love all of you so much.....


a quick lesson in scottcopeland 101:

(Me speaking in the voice of my philosophy professor)

the first thing about scott copeland you guys need to know is.......(long dramatic pause)

that he tells the TRUTH.......think about that.

well, that really isn't true. he has a lovable aptitude for exaggerating. that's a better way of explaining him.

scene out....

i've got this idea for a blues song. it's gonna be like an old school blues song about sex. they used to have some good one's with great sexual connotation. like "Im your hot dog man" and "I'm your backdoor man"

anyway, mine's gonna go something like,

(in deep blues voice)

"My momma was a dancer and daddy sure could make her twirl.

Yeah my momma was a dancer and daddy sure could make that woman twirl.

she'd go dancin' by herself and daddy'd say, "There goes my girl".


Daddy wasn't momma's first but he was the one she liked the most.

yeah daddy wasn't momma's first but he was the one she liked the most.

there was that dentist in milwaukee and that guitar player out on the coast.


that's all i've got so far.. if any of you have ideas, share them on the guestbook and we'll all write this together and have 15 or 20 different co-writers on it like all of kenny chesney's songs do.

dude, do you know what pisses me off about music videos the most?

they don't show the songwriter's name or names until the very end of the fucking thing. that is bullshit. the very first thing you should see on a video is the songwriter's name in big bold print. period, the end.

without the songwriter, there is no video. it is not a chicken and the egg thing. it is easy. the order is songwriter, song, shitty ass video. okay fine.

alright, i've had enough of you fuckers for today.

lick it,

scott