About Me
Don't let all this sunshine fool you.....cold, dark, laughterless days are right around the corner!
But don't despair... The St. Lawrence is giving us a chance to stock up on laughs!!!Our own Leslie Downes (you may know her as "Cat" or "Drunken Annie") will open for the hilarious and charming Ian Harvie in "Parts Sold Separately"*** Saturday, September 5th *** 8pm *** $15 (advanced purchase highly recommended...see link below) ***
St. Lawrence Arts and Community Center
76 Congress StThis one-night-only special event is guaranteed to generate enough laughs to last you well into Spring...Butch Strokenoff ................................Woodrow Wilson "Butch" Strokenoff was born July 6, 1971 just south of the Mason Dixon line. He earned the nickname Butch by the manly way he sucked his thumb as an infant. Ironically, this "manly" thumb-sucking continued well into his teens, where were it not for hypnotherapy and orthodonture, he may still be known as Sucky Bucky. Hurtful nicknames aside, Butch had a pretty good childhood. He spent most afternoons riding motorcycles, listening to heavy metal and throwing rocks at (flirting with) girls. He excelled at most sports, but only really ever felt totally connected to darts. Darts drew him, at an early age, to the smokey bar scene of his hometown. Fake I.D. in hand, Butch became somewhat of a legend. Never much of a drinker, he would spend hours drinking club soda with lime and "throwing lead" against less sober patrons, eventually becoming almost unbeatable. Though darts were his great love, they also lead to his brush with the not so savory side of life. It was inside those smoke filled bars, where Butch would rub shoulders with the likes of child molesters, perverse farmers and even a necrophiliac or two. He knew this was not the life he longed for but couldn't give up the shaft. It wasn't until Butch heard the inspirational music of Milli Vanilli, that he knew he had the strength to walk away from darts. He became immersed in their musical genius and soon found himself treasurer of the official fan club. Unfortunately, due to "technical difficulties" and a corrupt Sergeant at Arms, the fan club folded within two years, leaving Butch to piece together the rest of his life. He had seen the magic created through Milli Vanilli and knew if he could recapture the spark, his life would be complete. He felt the South was not yet progressive enough to support such an endeavor, so he headed to New England. Knowing he would miss the crabs of his native Chesapeake, he came to Maine to support his shellfish habit. His car ran out of gas (and his wallet, money) at exit 8 on the Maine Turnpike. Butch found immediate employment as a baker at Mark's Donut shop. After a few weeks filling creme horns, fate intervened. August 16th, 2004, Mike Diggler came in for a jelly roll, and the rest, as they say.........................................................
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MIKE DIGGLER-
I,,m just a simple fella. I was born a ways south of Maine and grew up on a farm. I come from a big family- 12 brothers and sisters and a more cousins than I can count. After finishing high school, I left home and moved to LA. I had big dreams of being a professional wrestler but instead made most of my money hustling pool and selling sperm. LA got boring so I moved to Reno and stayed with my uncle Mack. Wooooo-dooooog!!! Those were some wild times!!! I,,d say more, but the court order pretty much demands I keep the details to myself. All I,,ll say is when you mix the Olsen twins with strip karaoke, a fifth of Jack and alot of Mike D- you get T-R-O-U-B-L-E. Anyways, none of us can go within 3000 miles of Reno, which is what brought me to Maine (and the twins to NYC).Particulars:
I like long nights and rough women.
Music- Garth is the m-a-n!!! I also like me some Willie, Merle, and Hank. If I can,,t find a country station- I,,ll listen to classic rock or a mix tape I made for this girl I had a crush on in high school. (I took it back when she started dating that stupid jock Dixon Healey).
Movies- Anything with Clint Eastwood or Elvis or The Rock. And those 3 Stooges crack me right up.
TV- MASH, Hee-Haw reruns, WWWF
Books- Kerouac, of course. Hemingway. Hunter Thompson.
Heroes- My Daddy. Mt Granddaddy. My Uncle Mack.
Favorite Drink- Maker,,s. Coca-cola with peanuts.
Who I,,d like meet- Dixon Healey so I can throw a can of whoop-ass on him.........................................................
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