I don't need to know any secrets. I merely want to know whether or not dislocating any joints is required for a non-gimmicked straight jacket before I purchase one and practice.
Truly fascinated,
Kevin.

Only if you are Mel Gibson.

Sillily, Will

Gotta lethal wit there, Misters Man

Thanks,
Kevin

Hi Carrying around the filing cabinet to thump your arm on is a real pain.

Ian

Ian

Firstly.. LMFAO!

What about making some sort of gimmicked filing cabinet which would be easy to pack down into a trunk?

Duncan

Thanks, all of you! I've never felt so much at home. Not only did I get a straight answer indirectly, but I got one directly from Straightjacket Guy. My ignorance has definitely paid me off in bliss this time!
Really, my perch ate it,
Kevin.

Thats funny.... Because I never answered your question! Maybe you are thinking of someone else. My only response is the nonsense you see above I just don't want to take credit for someone elses helpfulness.

Regards

Duncan

Duncan,
I just so happen to be fluent in both English and nonsense. And of course you couldn't answer a question that was never asked.
-me

K.. I am confused! A question was asked! I see it at the top of the page. Are you trying to brain my damage?

I think you solved his problem without knowing it with your filing cabinet idea.
-the penguin has spoken

This is all getting needlessly vague. Could someone please tell me what is going on. My head is starting to hurt and I am pretty sure that blood should not be leaking out of my ears.

:)

Duncan

I don't know anything! I can't even locate my missing suitcase!

Margarette

Still no news Margarette? Will you allow me to make a small donation via pay-pal or something?

Regards,

Kris Sheglova

Yes, there is news....the suitcase is still lost, and I've received claim forms from the airline. Maybe 6-8 weeks, I'll receive a settlement from them!

Margarette

Okey-dokey: First of all, Duncan, aren't you, being British, supposed to be over educated and wise to a question's technicality? I never asked, I posed a question.

Secondly, I need to watch more National Geographic documentaries. I had no idea penguins could manipulate logic with such grace.

Thirdly, dear Margarette, my empathy goes out to you. I wish there was a way I could help. I have travelled on the road before performing music for money. Being that I was hitch-hiking the luxury of a touring bus was but a fantastic dream. When I did finally accrue my finances to afford a Greyhound ticket, my guitar, my means of eating, my sentimental pride and beautiful lady was lost (I think stolen) en route. I was naive enough to not do anything but give up and give in to resentment and get another guitar on my own.

Somehow the planets managed to stay aligned, but my heart wasn't right for a while. I've read many of your posts concerning this issue, and I've noticed that within the tone you have a remarkably strong chin. Keep it up and "don't let the *****s grind you down" (-INXS)

-and, Duncan, don't take the stereotype personally... I grew up watching Monty Python, therefore I'm the one with brain damage.

Wuvwee as ohways,
Kevin.

Dear Kevin, good to hear another python fan.

As to my filing cabinet idea, maybe it could be used as a real stage gag.

I have enjoyed the lunacy over this topic.
thanks for all for the great humour.

"Burma"
Ian

Burma,
I know it, man. It's been wild, hasn't it? Some thread. Your contribution to "Looking on the brighter side of life" is mucho appreciated.

Now as for the filing cabinet. I say going on stage performing the very act you loosely suggested would be a hilarious addition to an already amazing trick.

IMAGINE: It's a serious evening before a fairly mature crowd: an audience composite familiar with the ever-classic action comedy, "Lethal Weapon". After a volunteer straps you up and inspects the rig for rigging you begin to writhe the upper body about with a look of focused determination, and you filter into a complex projection of uncertainty and frustration. Once your audience is baited with this casual guessing game you reel them in for Friday night fish fry. You stop. Stand there with embarrassing defeat cascading from your forehead and over your face. You then ask your rehearsed assistant to rescue you. And here they come, from out of nowhere, wheeling in a four-foot high, empty filing cabinet on a hand truck. They deliver it on stage, against the wall and make a discreet, professional style exit. You then turn away from the audience to BANG! BANG! BANG! your shoulder into the noisy metal.
During the time spent making convincing faces and waiting for your cabinet to be set up you have already set yourself into a freeing phase, and soon after the Mel Gibson shoulder gag, you rip the straight jacket off. Voila! Amazement and the gift of hearty laughter consumes the crowd like a fried catfish buffet in the sights of my appetite.

Just a thought,
Kevin.

Next question:

Do you have to remove your head to escape from an iron collar?
:winker:
Steve