ps. you blow goats.

[rachelmanija]

I am in Santa Barbara with my Dad, and got online to attempt to track down a radio show dedicated to bad songs. I finally enlisted telophase's librarian-fu, and she discovered it: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4798238

But before I got help, I tried to find it using one of Dad's few pieces of info, which was that it featured a guy whose stage name was "Blows Goats." So I typed that into google. I now present a few highlights of my search:

Detailed instructions permitting *YOU* to blow goats BIGTIME!

Daily Sun, you blow goats. Apr 1 2007. Re: “The Entire Issue Sucks,” News, Feb. 23.

Yeah, the traffic in Atlanta does blow goats. And not regular goats either, giant mutant fire-breathing satanic goats. But I *am* capable of driving there.

"It's a kind of a social thing," says Justin, "We just get together over guys' houses, and like, blow goats and snort a couple of lines of cocaine."

dude, i got rid of the beard, but you should see what took its place. ps. you blow goats.

Comments

[elynne.livejournal.com]

The second to last example is slightly worrying... makes me wonder if there's some interesting new perversion that is regularly referred to in code as "blow goats".

[thecityofdis.livejournal.com]

I'm sure by "goats" they just mean "each other", and are afraid to challenge their own masculinity by admitting as such.

[octopedingenue]

I have (slowly) passed a giant disembodied dragon head while stuck in Atlanta traffic. But no goats yet.