So the cool story that hit the wires yesterday was that a few years ago after his dad died, Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones took some of his fathers ashes ( I think he was cremated )....mixed it up with some cocaine and snorted his dad.
I repeat: He snorted his dad. With cocaine. Keith Richards took some of his dads cremated remains and mixed it with cocaine and snorted it. And then said the high was pretty good.
Please, please, please I beg you....when I die keep the Hoag away from my cremated remains.
Keep Keith away also.
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Ironically we could snort Keith's ashes with no doctoring and I'd imagine there would be a pretty potent high.
And we could probably cook Bacon Ace's remains up with a couple of eggs, and a side of potatos to get a good breakfast.
I want my ashes to be baked into a really nice chocolate cake and served up with a glass of ice cold milk on the side.
(Not really.)
What do you have against ice cold milk?
I love it so much that I've just now decided that I want my ashes mixed into a nice pitcher of ice cold milk.
And served with freshly baked (ash-free) chocolate chip cookies.
"And we could probably cook Bacon Ace's remains up with a couple of eggs, and a side of potatos to get a good breakfast."
I'd suggest that you do and am only sad that I couldn't enjoy it myself.
"And we could probably cook Bacon Ace's remains up with a couple of eggs, and a side of potatos to get a good breakfast."
I'll pass -- I'm betting all that blue tatoo ink will turn your tongue blue....
Hey horroru; eat me. Uh...I mean smoke me.
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