Well, really you’re insulting his parent…
Moar Cowbell!
My mom used to call me that sometimes when she got really mad. I’d be, like, “Uhh…”
When I first heard the song, back in 79, the version they played on the radio then was “son of a gun.”
I always wondered why the if the devil is supposed to be such a good fiddle player that he felt he needed to stack the deck with a band of demons backing him up.
Sad if confirmed:
And manager of the most amazing period in Irish Football!
OTOH cheating is pretty much on brand for Satan though.
Aw… that’s sad news. 57 is way too young…
And as always…
This year sucks, and blows.
What! No!
God damnit, this sucks. Brain aneurysms are such evil fucking things. I had a friend die suddenly at only 23 from one.
My friend must have been about 30.
They say a neurologist can potentially figure out if you are high risk, but that you probably wouldn’t want to know.
It’s one of those things that it might be nice to know, but on the other hand, what can you really do with that information? I’m not really sure which side I’m on here.
Honestly, it’s probably half the reason I eat lots of fiber.