While we usually try to come up with at least a quasi-entertaining introduction to the Friday Fixx, we’re just not feeling it today. Maybe it’s the hangover, maybe it’s the wake n bake, maybe it’s that we just don’t care. Either way, we’re just not feeling it today. So, jump down for a phatty live clip and little, if any, humorous or related commentary. Enjoy.
If, like the rest of us writers at Brahsome, you regularly forget to read Kigh’s Thursday column Aural Sex, then you might have missed what’s going on this weekend. Stamos, however, is on the road, and therefore has been reading said column regularly so as to find something coo to do in whatever random city he’s found himself in. This week, it’s Houston, TX. And luckily, Aural Sex was there to provide. Just in case some of our readers aren’t in Houston, here’s a look at what old Stamos could have seen tomorrow night. The South Austin Jug Band. Sort of like YMSB – banjo and mandolin + two sicky nar nar fiddlers.
