Former Pres Bill Clinton was admitted to a mental health facility where his first activity was “Music making”. His daughter joined him for an hour or so…

OK That was lame!

That guitar is called a cuatro, which is played in what we call música típica, our own country music to be exact. It has a really neat sound, come to think of it.

What will Ole Bill be doing with it, I don’t know, but I’m sure he’d be in great company with the many men over there who like to chase women around in the first place. (I know of which I speak, BTW.)

Chico: For playing, we get-a ten dollars an hour.

Groucho: I see. What do you get for not playing?

Chico: Twelve dollars an hour. Now for rehearsing we make special rates. That’s-a fifteen dollars an hour.

Groucho: And what do you get for not rehearsing?

Chico: You couldn’t afford it. You see, if we don’t rehearse, and if we don’t-a play, that runs into money.

We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

“You ain’t nothin’ but a horn dog! Lyin’ all the time!
“You ain’t nothin’ but a horn dog! Lyin’ all the time!
“You won’t never beat Obama and you ain’t no friend of mine!”

Methinks that Esteban hasn’t got anything to worry about!

“In a showing of complete surrender of Hillary’s presidential chances, Bill and Chelsea start playing for change on a Puerto Rico street corner.” – Lorica