
Hello to you in a most personal way!
You’ve arrived at the web-site of a band called
Sloppy Joe, please read further!
As an introductory offer we’re including free photos
and non-sensical text for your perusement.
You know as well as I that you’re already taking
advantage of our free text because here you are
half way into it and still reading!!! (continued below.....)
And don’t say you didn’t ogle that there picture a little bit neither!!!
So since you’ve been free-loading the whole way thus far just keep it up! Check out the other pages maybe find out when this “band”’ (the one who posted this humble web-site your voyeuristic eyes are undressing this very moment) is playing near you. Come on out and listen to their slopgrass “music”, perhaps you’ll even “dance” like some of you “people” do. And I do encourage you to enjoy yourself for the characters of Sloppy Joe are friends within my flock.
As always though I must remind you to humble thineself to the
Great-Fence-Beyond-The-Clouds while you boogie and carry on,
lest the stump of judgement riseth to adorn thine neck
...Slim
(Slim is a retired race–car driver,
free-lance journalist, fundamentalist minister,
community leader and pure-bred Leghorn ,
who roosts in New Hope Wisconsin
where his used car dealership is located.
Hey children of the humidity, hope all is well in the swamp. I’m hot. Here is an interview I found in Bubba's snuff can. DJ
Slim Interview #9…
From 'Conversations between Slim and Daryl Jethro'
DJ So could you describe life after the ‘incident’ that Farm & Fowl magazine listed as the single most important farm accident of the 20th century?
SLIM Well you can’t exactly call it a farm ‘accident’. I mean I knew the stuff could explode and they were my jumper-cables. Plus ‘accident’ has such negative connotations, you know once all the ticks and tremors stopped, I thought of it all as a blessing”
DJ But, among other quirks, you’re allergic to your own laugh, isn’t that somewhat…..stifling?
SLIM (Chuckle, cough, sneeze) Well, I am awful ticklish. Keeping my cool became a real chore because I find myself surrounded constantly by the finest tail feathers fowl life can offer (wink).
DJ But you nearly lost your life and the repercussions have altered how the public views poultry so fundamentally that there was actually a discussion in the U.S. legislature about adding your image to Mt. Rushmore. Such notoriety is unprecedented among farm animals, how did you cope with the attention?
SLIM At first it was a natural high being in the public eye but then it became too much, the interviews, commercials, all night poultry revivals. I started to eat white grubs you know, just to stay awake, not realizing that aside from being a nice pick-me-up they were addictive and hallucinogenic. Well, after being awake for a week my voice was cracking, I was twitching like a common Cornish roaster, slinking over to score grubs from a one-eyed Jake on the bad side of the barn one night that’s when I saw the light.
DJ The light? You mean god?
SLIM No, it was a standard sort of yard light, low-pressure sodium I believe, but it was really bright. I couldn’t really see. I got lost. Couldn’t find my way home. Ended up roosting in a rusty Allis-Chalmers combine with some shady birds I wouldn’t commonly associate with. Out of the shadows this voice asked me, “Hey chicken why’d you cross the road?”. I had to tell him it was because I needed to score grubs. I could here all the other birds laughing at me from the shadows. I still don’t get the joke but it made me realize it was time for a change. I decided then and there, no more funny bugs for me, mine was the high holy path from then one.
DJ So, at any rate, here you are today, a celebrity among all walks of life, feral and domestic, what is the one thing you ascribe most to your success?
SLIM Oh that’s easy…Gator Greak, yes sir, Gator Greak
DJ Do you mean old fashioned Gator Greak brand product? The stuff Grandma used to buy?
SLIM Yes, good ‘ol time tested, low-odor Gator Greak brand product
DJ I’ll be damned
More on Slim and Gator Greak in Daryl Jethro’s upcoming memoirs Chicken Elixir: the miracle at Nobnoster