Quote Originally Posted by Qmoq
Actually sheep prefer jazz. They would like to rock, but they can never get the hang of the power chords. Perhaps the best exponent of sheep jazz was Davey Mutton, who was the first sheep to play the Apollo theatre. He could play be-bop with the best of them, and was always willing to provide enough wool for Charlie Parker to make a quilt to keep away the shivers when he was doing cold turkey.

Davey Mutton's story ends tragically, as most jazz stars inevitably end. He had two wonderful years with Billie Holliday, until she prodded him with a fork, and then he caught up with Miles Davis to make "Bitches Stew", before driving a Rolls Royce into a sheep dip and drowning himself. Mind you, his coat was clean and nit-free when it came to the funeral.

We'll never forget young Davey Mutton, 1938-1971.

On the subject of Bratty, I can't give that gal enough hugs. She is just too nice.

Qmoq x

OMG i think i might have wet myself a little bit here, god rest Davey Muttons soul there was no other like him!
*pulling myself together and off the floor, clutching my sides and changing my panties*