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Monday, May 02, 2005
Did I ever tell you my David Lee Roth story? I had this friend who lived in Manhattan and he was once at a bar drinking with a friend. He was planning on leaving the bar to have a little get together at his place and decided that he would pay for a few drinks after work. While he was at the bar hanging out and enjoying the company of his friend in walks hard rock legend, Diamond David Lee Roth.
My friend was like, "Holy Shit, it's Diamond Dave" and invited the frontman to a nearby bar stool. The 3 had a few drinks and then my friend mustered up enough courage to ask Dave a question.
"Hey, Dave, a couple of us are gathering over at my place for a few drinks. There should be some ladies there, you wanna come over?"
Dave replied, "Sounds great, gimme the directions and I will show up later. I just need to go pick up some Weeeeeeeeeed!!!"
My friend was totally psyched at the opportunity to have David Lee Roth at his home hanging out and drinking his beer. Diamond Dave finished his drink and walked out of the bar in his search for some sweet sweet leaf.
My friend began calling all of his friend to tell them the news that the Van Halen frontman would be attending his get together. They eventually finished there drinks and headed back to his apartment.
As the night progressed people began showing up and proceeded to get a little rowdy. It must have been seriously crazy because everyone was really anticipating Dave's arrival. My friend had a few drinks and so did everyone else as they nervously checked their watches to see what time it was.
The real question was, "When is Dave showing up"
A few drinks and a few hours later it had become apparent that maybe David Lee Roth wasn't going to show up. Some even questioned the validity of the Dave story. Finally someone got enough courage to say, "The hell with this, I gotta get up tomorrow for work, I'm outta here."
One by one all of the patrons of the party systematically began leaving my friends apartment slightly disappointed. My friend wanted to tell everyone to just hang out because he knew that deep down in his heart Diamond Dave would show.
Before he knew it, 4:30am had rolled around. Practically everyone had left his place and he starting to wonder if Dave actually would show up. By 5:00 am he was alone in his apartment. All of the party goers had left and my friend was all alone and beginning to realize that he had to be at work in few hours. He eventually gave up on the idea and decided that the best thing left to do at that point was to forget the whole thing and go to sleep. That is just what he did.
My friend got into bed and started to doze off. Then somewhere around 5:45am the doorbell rang. My friend laid in bed for a few minutes somewhat incoherent but the ringing at the bell was very persistent. He eventually slid out of bed and mustered the strength to get to the front door.
He fiddled with the locks for a second trying to get the door open. On the other side of the door he could hear someone say with a very distinct voice, "Hey Man, It's Dave and I got the weed!!"
My friend opened the door and sure enough there was hard rock legend, David Lee Roth at the door and sure enough, he had brought the weed.
This is the part of the story that I don't like...
My friend says to Dave, "Hey man it's like 6:00 am, I gotta go to work in two hours. Sorry man it's too late."
With that Dave knew that he had been had. He knew that my friend was not a partier/warrior of the underground. After all he was just getting "the weed".
Dave apologized and then walked away as my friend closed the door and walked back to his bedroom to get a few hours of rest in before work.
That sucks.
I tell you what, if Diamond Dave was knocking at my door with a fist full of crack and a stapler I would have let that dude in. I would be calling out of work and my work would understand because all I'd have to say is, "Diamond Dave showed up to my place with a fist full of crack and a stapler, you understand."
Unfortunately for Dave, he didn't knock on my door.
-jmn
Did I ever tell you my David Lee Roth story? I had this friend who lived in Manhattan and he was once at a bar drinking with a friend. He was planning on leaving the bar to have a little get together at his place and decided that he would pay for a few drinks after work. While he was at the bar hanging out and enjoying the company of his friend in walks hard rock legend, Diamond David Lee Roth.
My friend was like, "Holy Shit, it's Diamond Dave" and invited the frontman to a nearby bar stool. The 3 had a few drinks and then my friend mustered up enough courage to ask Dave a question.
"Hey, Dave, a couple of us are gathering over at my place for a few drinks. There should be some ladies there, you wanna come over?"
Dave replied, "Sounds great, gimme the directions and I will show up later. I just need to go pick up some Weeeeeeeeeed!!!"
My friend was totally psyched at the opportunity to have David Lee Roth at his home hanging out and drinking his beer. Diamond Dave finished his drink and walked out of the bar in his search for some sweet sweet leaf.
My friend began calling all of his friend to tell them the news that the Van Halen frontman would be attending his get together. They eventually finished there drinks and headed back to his apartment.
As the night progressed people began showing up and proceeded to get a little rowdy. It must have been seriously crazy because everyone was really anticipating Dave's arrival. My friend had a few drinks and so did everyone else as they nervously checked their watches to see what time it was.
The real question was, "When is Dave showing up"
A few drinks and a few hours later it had become apparent that maybe David Lee Roth wasn't going to show up. Some even questioned the validity of the Dave story. Finally someone got enough courage to say, "The hell with this, I gotta get up tomorrow for work, I'm outta here."
One by one all of the patrons of the party systematically began leaving my friends apartment slightly disappointed. My friend wanted to tell everyone to just hang out because he knew that deep down in his heart Diamond Dave would show.
Before he knew it, 4:30am had rolled around. Practically everyone had left his place and he starting to wonder if Dave actually would show up. By 5:00 am he was alone in his apartment. All of the party goers had left and my friend was all alone and beginning to realize that he had to be at work in few hours. He eventually gave up on the idea and decided that the best thing left to do at that point was to forget the whole thing and go to sleep. That is just what he did.
My friend got into bed and started to doze off. Then somewhere around 5:45am the doorbell rang. My friend laid in bed for a few minutes somewhat incoherent but the ringing at the bell was very persistent. He eventually slid out of bed and mustered the strength to get to the front door.
He fiddled with the locks for a second trying to get the door open. On the other side of the door he could hear someone say with a very distinct voice, "Hey Man, It's Dave and I got the weed!!"
My friend opened the door and sure enough there was hard rock legend, David Lee Roth at the door and sure enough, he had brought the weed.
This is the part of the story that I don't like...
My friend says to Dave, "Hey man it's like 6:00 am, I gotta go to work in two hours. Sorry man it's too late."
With that Dave knew that he had been had. He knew that my friend was not a partier/warrior of the underground. After all he was just getting "the weed".
Dave apologized and then walked away as my friend closed the door and walked back to his bedroom to get a few hours of rest in before work.
That sucks.
I tell you what, if Diamond Dave was knocking at my door with a fist full of crack and a stapler I would have let that dude in. I would be calling out of work and my work would understand because all I'd have to say is, "Diamond Dave showed up to my place with a fist full of crack and a stapler, you understand."
Unfortunately for Dave, he didn't knock on my door.
-jmn
) grew some good hydro like that, and had tops as thick as his forearm. Took a picture similar to the one you posted for comparison. Girlfriend moved out (with her camera!) before said pictures were developed. I guess those were insurance against publishing the naked ones of her!
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