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What is it, with me and this dreaming gig? I woke up from a dream, where we were getting the band back together. My ol man, wanted to use the old band name, "Sinister Grin," and I didn't. I was saying that it was cool in the 80's and early 90's but was wasted on today.
We were sitting there for a minute, when I suddenly exclaimed,
"The Ear Juice Jam Band," "EJJB," for short. Our bass player was sitting across the room and the lead guitarist, who I really have no idea, who he was but in my dream, I knew him, looks at me and they all go "Eeeeeeeeeew." I was trying to explain, that ear juice was the music and we jam and, they were catching on to it, when I woke up.
I think it's a righteously cool name!

18 comments:

Eyebee said...

Ear Juice eh? I can't say what image it conjours up in my cesspit of a brain.

Xmichra said...

I would have said ew too. lol... though it does fit in with the other band names from that big ol list you had a few posts ago. Obscure and really fine, but sounds retarded. Like blink 182 or moist. like wtf??

Dirty Bitch Society said...

Eyebee, it does conjure up a bit of unpleasantry, huh? Thank goodness, it was all just a dream. In reality, I'd do it just be make people think.

Dirty Bitch Society said...

Xmichra, my son hates the word "Moist," he says it makes him gag. How funny is that? I know it's retarded but I was bent on persuading them that it was cool. Like I told Eyebee, thank god it's all a dream, right? How's my Princess doing? She's off school, right? Give her kisses, for me.

Xmichra said...

She is off school. she is currently at grammas.. or the lake rather. She is no doubt having a blast swimming and being a little ball of trouble rolled in dirt ;)

Jonathan said...

Sounds like a solution I got drunk off of in New Orleans at Mardi Gras '93. That's where I got my first blowjob...the drink, that is.

:-p

DirtyBitchSociety said...

Xmichra, ball o'trouble rolled in dirt, hahaha!

DirtyBitchSociety said...

Jonathan, are you sure that's not a confession? Really now, when did you get your first? Do you remember it?

Jonathan said...

Really now, when did you get your first? Do you remember it?

Hell yeah, I remember it! Summer of 1990, a couple of months after I graduated from high school before I went off to college. I wasn't sexually active in high school (unlike most of my peers), but after high school and in college, I was a friggin' beast!

I recall two things in particular about the incident: (1) "Oh my God, I can't believe this is actually happening!"; (2) My head (the one on top of my shoulders) was spinning and I felt numb, both during and after.

Dirty Bitch Society said...

Jonathan, you're the first guy, that I personally know, who's said he wasn't active in H.S. and I think it's commendable. Why? Because a lot of sexual escapades back then are simply a peer pressure thing but to deny yourself, shows gumption and conviction. You make me proud. Of course, you've made up for it right? You don't have to tell me and I don't expect you to but know that I am wondering why?

Webmiztris said...

Ear Juice would be an awesome band name!! I need to have me some dreams like that - maybe even write a song in one....LOL

DirtyBitchSociety said...

Webmiztris, coming from you, I respect your opinion. It's a name that'd make people think and remember, huh? I don't normally remember my dreams but I have as of late. I wish I had all the songs I used to write, years ago, when I smoked. Then again, they're probably insidious and I thought they were all that, right?

Jonathan said...

Jonathan, you're the first guy, that I personally know, who's said he wasn't active in H.S. and I think it's commendable.

I'd like to say that it was by choice, but it really wasn't. Fact is that I grew up in a rural TN town where being smart was a liability. I had lots of friends, especially female friends. But I knew my prospects were limited when I over heard Becky Cooper tell her friends that "Jonathan is SO good looking and is such a sweetheart...but he's smart." Sorry, but there's not much I can do about that. I'm not lowering my IQ to impress anyone. Hell, it feels weird to even type that.

I didn't lose any sleep over it. I figured that it'd happen when I got to college. Thing is, though, that it happened the summer before I went to college (i.e. about 2 - 3 months from college). Amy didn't care what other people thought about her, so she didn't allow my "smarts" (as they called it) to be an obstacle. She liked me, I liked her, and she showed me a few things, to say the least. It helped that she was patient, understanding, and willing to help me learn...though judging from her reaction, I'd say she gained a thing or two out of the deal! LOL!

Of course, you've made up for it right?

Abso-freakin'-lutely! Once I had been "deflowered", I was like a kid with a new toy: I wanted to play with it ALL the time! And at college, I was like a kid in a candy store. From the backwoods of TN to the bright lights (and open minds) of Tallahassee, the same obstacles that I had for personal (and sexual) growth while growing up were now gone.

I'll let up one of these days...probably about the time I'm lowered into the ground.

DirtyBitchSociety said...

Jonathan, to me and I mean this, that is absolutely fascinating. Who'da thunk it, that being smart would be a or your young ruination. Did they think you were nerdy because you were smart? I do remember not wanting to date nerdy guys. But that was not because they were smart but how they acted, well, nerdy. Women do not know what the hell they want. Think about it? I mean, they used to want to date the jock, all star dude and he usually was only good at one thing...sports. Makes no sense, no sense at all.

DirtyBitchSociety said...

Jonathan, "deflowered" hahaha! I love it. I deflowered one guy, that I can remember. He stalked me for months and said he was in love. I caught somebody in my backyard. I was sitting in a chair, watching t.v., in my night gown. I had my legs up, slung over the chair and all. But I went to get up for something and I saw movement. I grabbed my gun, on top of the fridge and went after him. I found a cowering guy, as he couldn't easily jump the 10 ft. fence. I had him on his knees and walked closer. It was him.

Jonathan said...

Who'da thunk it, that being smart would be a or your young ruination.

Exactly. The dumb jocks or dopeheads had no trouble getting dates.

Did they think you were nerdy because you were smart?

Yes, and it was a stereotype they didn't want to abandon, regardless of how much evidence they saw. I was a starter on the basketball team, graduated third in my class, had long hair, etc. Oh, I had lots of friends, no doubt about it. But the girls just didn't look at me in a romantic manner.

Not to toot my own horn, but once I got out of that one-horse town, I didn't have a lot of trouble meeting girls who were interested. I'm not (nor have I ever been) God's gift to women, but I had (and still do) an awful lot of things that girls liked.

Women do not know what the hell they want.

That's for damned sure. Women say they want a guy who is nice-looking, considerate, smart, successful, driven, sensitive, etc. Then they ignore those guys and work their asses off to make relationships work with the total opposite qualities that they SAY they want in a guy. Strange creature, women are.

Jonathan said...

I deflowered one guy, that I can remember. He stalked me for months and said he was in love.

LOL! Yeah, I almost married (at age 19) the girl who deflowered me. But the bitch cheated on me, so I kicked her to curb. After several months of feeling sorry for myself and nursing my self-esteem back to a healthy (if not overhealthy) level, I was back in the game and lovin' every minute of it.

Women have had a reputation of falling in love with a guy just because they had sex. Well, that reputation may GENERALLY (i.e. not always, but mostly) be true, but guys are not totally immune from that phenomenon, either...especially when we've had our world rocked.

I dated a girl in college named Barbie (yes, really). Big boobs, a sexual freak, etc. She rocked my world, but she was dumb as a brick. I thought I was crazy about her, until she started talking a lot (sounds bad, I know, but I'm just leveling with you). I dumped her, because as awesome as the sex was, I dreaded the "after" part, and I didn't think it was fair to string her along. In other words, I guess I was both an asshole AND a sensitive guy to her. We MEN can be strange creatures, too! :-)

Dirty Bitch Society said...

Jonathan, totally different subject but if you played serious B-Ball, you'd probably know my Uncle. Morgan Wootten was the coach for DeMatha basketball (google that name)and 2nd winningest coach. He's also in the Hall of Fame. But back to my deep secrets, let your hair down talk...
The one thing that sticks out the most, that you said, concerning the bimbo;
For one, you can screw till your blue but it won't take up near enough time to base the relationship on, right? You have to be able to hold a conversation. The best relationships are those, where you can't stay up long enough to say all that needs to be said. My first husband and I would talk for hours. He was my best friend and somehow, we always found things to talk about. My second, well we had very little in common except sex, drugs and rock n roll. Eventually, even that catches up and what the hell is there to say? No, if you find the right girl, it'll be one that can hold and bend your ear and listen as well. You'll long to speak to her and it won't be a concern about obligation to call, she'll want to call and you'll want to also.
I'm on the go tonight,but too pooped to pop. Hope you have a relaxed evening, handsome!