sunday mornin' coming down.......

yep yep ya'll.

so i sat on the front porch and read the paper this morning. that is to say, i read the sports, life and arts, and funnies.

ferrell always reads the obits and sex offender report to see if any pedderasses are moving in our zip code. she calls it "the perv report". some dude who was arrested for indecency with a two year old just moved in about two miles away. that's fucked up.

then i went to the corner donut store.......

i'm gonna buy me a sno-cone stand and shit. one of those bad ass ones with shaved ice. i'm gonna sit in that bitch all day and make sno-cones like a motherfucker. i ain't gonna have a bunch of bullshit flavors like butterscotch and bubblegum. fuck all that. i'm just gonna have grape, cherry, and coconut. that's it. and then people will come from miles around to eat my sno-cones and i'll eventually have to turn it into a restaurant but i'm only gonna serve peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with pringles cheezums and sno-cones and then i'm gonna sell fireworks and paintball guns and shit and have a big bad ass concert with joe walsh and keith richards backing me up on guitar and we're gonna play strip frisbee golf with a bunch of bitches and shoot bb guns at each other but we'll wear protective goggles so we don't shoot our eyes out and shit. and then we're gonna do some other shit, too.

this is gonna be bad ass....

hey, i've got another idea.

no wait....

damnit.

so, i saw the mike mcclure band at gilley's in dallas on friday. he had the incomparable gary wayne thomason sitting in our lead guitar and a bad ass saxophone player named john pierce. i thought i walked in on a van morrison concert for a minute except for the fact that i got in free and got go backstage and drink free beer with the band. jake akins (a.k.a. paul camaro) got up and blew some great cross-harp on "in my ears" and then mac even got my fat ass up there to sing a verse to "bummin' round". it was fun. maybe if mac keeps firing everybody, i'll get a band together soon.

well, the girls all get prettier at closin' time.


i remember what i was gonna say earlier.....

i got this idea for the comments section. i'm gonna have a "story behind the song" of the week. use the comment section to request what scott copeland song you would like to know more about and i will do my best to share what i can remember about why i wrote the song. i think this could be fun for a while. maybe i should just do it once a month. aw, fuck it. we'll do it once and i'll see if i like it.

fuck it how you like it....

seeing how today is sunday and this is another installment of the church of scott's thoughts, i figured i'd leave you today with some valuable bible knowledge that you need to adhere to.

always remember:

"If your sacrifice for a whole burnt offering is from the herd, bring a bull with no physical defects to the entrance of the tabernacle so it will be accepted by the Lord (the Lord does not like gimp bulls). Lay your hand on its head so the Lord will accept it as your substitute, thus making atonement for you. Then slaughter the animal in the Lord's presence, and the priests will present the blood by sprinkling it against the sides of the altar that stands in front of the tabernacle. When the animal has been skinned and cut into pieces, the priest will build fire on the altar. the priest will then put the pieces of the animal, including the head and fat(very important), on the fire. But the internal organs and legs must first be washed with water. Then the priests will burn the entire sacrifice on the altar. It is a whole burnt offering made by fire, very pleasing to the Lord." -- Leviticus 3-9

the moral of the story.....

the Lord is a huge pyro.

ladies and gentlemen... you've been a great crowd.

thanks for playing,

scott