The pic makes his longest finger look as long or longer than my entire hand! Pianist, sculptor, pickpocket... possibilities abounded.

Archeologist! Dr. Allman brushes the dirt from the skull of an Ice Ace Neanderthal, holds it up, and ponders their extinction. Then he snorts some fossil dust.

...and promptly launches into a sneezing fit, spewing the damp fossil dust and millions-year-old mold spores back in the air and dropping the skull, which shatters into a million prehistoric pieces, thereby ruining his chances for that government grant money. So he took up the guitar.
And the rest is... twist-ory!

And had to satisfy his love of field research with the occasional visit with the Grateful Dead.

Glad we've lost these T-shirts-via-Civil War-style-undershirts. Today's teens wouldn't get the association. Duane wore 'em great, though. Wail on, Skydog!

Go on keep it up.

I wanna see how long you two avoid mentioning what else those long fingers might be of use to for women, real women.

Go on, I can wait, I got a loaded bong and a great Lou Reed record on the box. I got all the time in the world, or at least until Owen shows up and takes charge around here.

Archeology induced mold spore asthma attack? What I heard it was being on a mission from God to teach the world about Southern blues, and use lots of coke cause time is runnin out on our hero.

Woops, forgot to take my meds. Nevermind. ;-D

*raises eyebrow* What are you talking about, what *other* uses could such long fingers have for the ladies? Hmmm...
I know! They could be a real help in retrieving little things lost down the sink drain and caught in the trap!
Or cat's cradle games on long car trips?
Making... I'm barking up the wrong tree? :)

Paco, real woman would want those long fingers used just like he used them........on stage and off;-D.

Perfect observation about the mission and the coke use....but maybe time wouldn't have run out quite as fast if some of the *cough* medicinal help wasn't so profoundly used. Nah....his type A personality was probably more to blame than the mind altering substances.

I have to admit I was enjoying the mold spore fantasy though.....enjoy the bong & music. By the way....where is Owen?

Thanks to you Donnah, this week and every week.

Wail on, Skydog!

Owen's in the lab, trying patiently to reconstruct the skull our hero so carelessly dropped while fumbling for a Kleenex (which was in my pocket anyway). See him? Leaning over that long steel table, gluing and wiring, trying to fit Fragment J into Shard C3 without dislodging Chip Alpha-Omega. When he gets it all put together, he will discover it is in fact an Ice Age Neanderthalette, and he will call it...
Donnacinstar!

Owen is busy listening to "Sticky Fingers" trying to learn about coke and smack and women and slave trader sex singing Otis Redding knock off songs to Bianca at 3am because they work better that "Honey, I am late because the bouncers wouldn't let me leave da club." (hip hop comic,Comedy Central). [That should flush him out of the scrub brush in the quail field! ;-D ]

Donnah, Duane Pic Wednesday's are the best, all the boys there, at the Commadore Hotel Bar, hum that same refrain. (adapted from L. George).

I'm busy..

work work work.. gotta pay my 'fair share' of the
'wealth'..

more when I get back from Melbourne...

You ain't got to "pay" Owen........you got to share!!!!!

Share the wealth!! I mean you are traveling abroad so you got to be one of those "rich" boys.*cough, cough, cough*

Have fun! And yes, Duane Pic Wednesday's are the bomb!!!

Wail on, Skydog!

Oops if you mean Melbourne Florida then you are only a semi-rich boy .......you won't have to "share" quite as much.;-D Enough of my sarcasm.I digress.

How about thinking of poor laid-off Starla when you're "sharing" your wealth, Owen? Maybe that will cheer you up, knowing that it's me and not just some random stranger you're keeping in Godiva chocolates and $100 crystal jars of bubble bath. :)

Owen,

How do you feel about working so, so hard to help nationalize the U.S.'s banks? I've been using Stormy Monday covered by the ABB as my metaphor. Not to busy to notice I hope.

Ok.. I'm back..

but I have to go again..(taking my girls to Homosassa to visit with their Mama..)

Be back in a bit..Then we'll chat.

back...

Wow ...Actually Duane probably will *be* a future
'neanderthal'.
...I could see where someone would try to clone
him, in some kind of twisted future..similar to the twisted present we live in now ;)

Those aren't (ain't) fingers..They're LIMBS !
In fact, he probably has highly evolved sub-species instead of fingers
(..I hereby dub thee new species "phalangabluesa")
One of them has a Corcidan bottle on it, that's what's important.
Thanks for the great picture..again..Donnah.

I liked those old WBTS era shirts..

Do they still make Coricidin, I wonder? Definitely not in glass bottles, that's for sure. Hardly anything comes in those.
You mean... those finger-like... things are separate creatrues, with *gulp* minds of their own? *shivers, looks around uneasily*

Paco, a friendly observation here. Better lay off the bong, its messing up your cutting edge comments on Florida Gator! It will make you fat and lazy and dumb. We dont want you to lose one cell of your brillant mind on un-neccessary intoxications. So, sue me, people who may not agree. I've lost too many loved ones from that stuff. Too many tears to count!

123, Shout, We all love Paco! Take care man! Those illegal substances did the Allman Bros no good at all either!

OK, TYPO NO BONG, HONEST...FLORIDA CRACKER! LOL, LOL LOL LOL :>

Well.. GLAD You got all that worked out..

Paco, you ok ?? You need me to call somebody ??

I don't know if they actually 'make' Corcidan anymore..as you say, Starla Dahling..the old relic
bottles go for pretty good change on the bay..I have one ;) THAT is what is important...plus,
I have no finger envy in regards to Skydog, so there.

Oh, you don't, do ya? Well, seeing as how you have a Coricidin bottle of your very own, I guess whatever envy you might have is somehwat blunted.
And Paco's fine, Owen. In fact, he's in great shape. You're okay, right, Paco? :)

Donnah, Donnah, give us a picture do,

I'm half crazy,

Tied to the whipping post, and blue.

Patience, Paco. After all, there's still seven hours minus a few minutes till midnight.
What did we ever do for excitement before we had Duane-Days?