Okay, Lucy. It's just me and my fabulous homemade kazoo (aka baritone kazaxophone). That little bit of concrete visible at the top left is the BART tracks. I'd just finished playing a short concert in a little garden area next to a bagel shop, and someone wanted to take a picture. This was the unfortunate result. Thanks, EM JAY.
Okay, now I see it. At first, I thought it was an elaborate device for getting the nitrous oxide out of the whipped cream can without the fuss of the whipped cream.
That's easy! Just don't shake the can and hold it with the nozzle pointing up and into your mouth. Carefully bend the spout while inhaling deeply. You can usually get at least one very good hit before the cream starts to flow. Thanks again.
Many years ago when I was a cab driver, I was pulling into a taxi stand on "Pill Hill" (a location where there are 3 hospitals and numerous doctors offices. I noticed a guy in a 'medical gases' delivery truck was parked on the diagonal corner. Being my natural 'wise ass' self I yelled over to him "Where's the Nitrous?" He beckoned me to cross the street whereupon I was then invited to enter the cab of the vehicle. There was a tank of NO2 sitting inside. He then handed me a crescent wrench. I took a hefty whiff and the rest is history.
Happy Birthday to you sir. And that picture is wonderful. Seeing that I can hear a southern voice saying something along the lines of "Think its funny do ya boy? Wanna see where I can put this thing there boy?"
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Now 'splain that photograph while I go get a beer.
That little bit of concrete visible at the top left is the BART tracks. I'd just finished playing a short concert in a little garden area next to a bagel shop, and someone wanted to take a picture. This was the unfortunate result.
Thanks, EM JAY.
Happy Day After Your Birthday!
Thanks again.
And don't forget, after the cream is gone, there's usually a hit left in the can too!
I am fun and instructional at ice cream socials.
Being my natural 'wise ass' self I yelled over to him "Where's the Nitrous?"
He beckoned me to cross the street whereupon I was then invited to enter the cab of the vehicle. There was a tank of NO2 sitting inside. He then handed me a crescent wrench. I took a hefty whiff and the rest is history.
Funny how photos can give you the wrong impression, isn't it? ;o)
*smooch!*
[wait for it...]
SLICK!
Happy birthday! (I'm sure you're still celebrating.)