If we couldn't laugh, we would all going to go insane.

I don't get tired of playing "Margaritaville". It's paid my bills for years.

I'm going back to my parrot head friends.

I've got a Caribbean soul I can barely control, and some Texas hidden here in my heart!

It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.