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Rusty Shackleford
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Oh, this. My senior director gave us all tickets to see this in 3-D. The fight scenes were laughable, and the ending enraged me - they should have just put "THE END????" after it. I should have stayed at work. That same manager laid me off last year, and said it wasn't his fault, and what "they" were doing was

Ah yes, "4:33/$9,833".

So, a slap and a punch, and we're equals. I think my cousins studied this subtext when I was growing up, except it was more like "why are you hitting yourself?" while using your own hand to hit you.

I've got my internet radio in the kitchen tuned to classic country - guys like Faron Young or Hank Thompson. Perfect for washing dishes.

Yeah. It used to be next to the car wash and adult book store on El Camino. The Starve is moving up! Dave is semi-retired now - according to an employee I talked to a few months ago, "he comes in here and micro-manages us once in a while".

I have a friend Dave who owns a music store (The Starving Musician, still the best music store in the SF South Bay). One time many years ago I was at his store, and on the magazine rack was a Guitar Player magazine with a picture of Steve Miller on it. It was the "I'm fat and wearing a leather jacket that I think will

Black Flag could be in that list too, with Greg Ginn. With him and Raymond Pettibon, that is one talented family.

They go after you with no insurance. Not too many phone calls (that I answered anyway) and, before smart phones, it was easy to ignore letters or let the phone go to the answering machine. I loved some of the letters - one of them was from a "Salvio Besetti". I expected it to say "Nice rod you have in your leg. Be a

Dale Gribble: My name is Shackelford, Rusty Shackelford, I refuse to speak without my attorney present.
[stands, takes off his hat]
Dale Gribble: I am Mr. Shackelford's attorney, Rusty Shackelford, My client pleads insanity.

If you have good credit…and herpes II…you might be married to a Kardashian.

I broke my leg with no medical insurance. I stiffed everybody but my doctor, especially the hospital in the High Desert that found out I didn't have insurance, put me in a cast (I needed surgery, and the cast gave me fracture blisters), gave me a shot of Demerol, and literally took me out of the ER on a gurney, to

Damn that took a long time

Douche seems kind of strong. He seems like a pretty private guy. My choir director told me he was shy in a singing class I was taking, and the class laughed at him. But, he really is a shy, sensitive guy. Actors aren't always social people.
Unless he's an anti-vaxxer, then, yes. Douche.

See? I can do a gorilla priest!"

"I said I was busy, but do you have to do the prostate exam ON STAGE?"

It's all about the planning, my friend.

Nobody is one of those guys. Maybe Charles Bukowski, but he was a mutant. It blunts (haha!) your creativity. OK, I'm straight these days, so I have no excuse for that terrible joke. But seriously, but your liver's and pancreas' sake, quit drinking so much. A drunk's death is a pretty bad way to go.

What do you call yourselves?

He's right! JD is horrible. RIP Hag.