Skinny Cooks

Dallas

It was a dark, fateful Saturday night. A chilly drizzle misted down into the city streets. The blacksmith and the candlestick maker had already put up shop, and even the payday advance place was snuffing out its kerosene lamps. Uptown: A nebulous cloud swirled into The Etherland's Bar & Grille, a local eat/drinkery that featured lower-upper-middle class corporate clientele, and 1/2 off wells on Wednesday. Our nebulous cloud - his name was something like HH46 - was here for one reason only: GETTIN KRUNK WOOOT! [Source: HH46 Facebook Status Update 23:42:06, Sat 8/13 32802.2] Fast forward 3 hours and 4 Irish Carbombs (and like 2 Molotov Cocktails and a Candy Apple shot and maybe a PBR), we find our nebulous cloud in let's just say very close proximity to "Classy" Carina, like so close you couldn't tell where one nebulous cloud began or where the other nebulous cloud ended, if you catch my drift, more or less 5th base permeation, well you know where baby nebulae come from, right? A month or maybe 3 and a half weeks later our nebulous cloud gets a call, THE call, and soooo he decided it was time he man up and take responsibility for his transgressions and throw away his prized thumbtack collection, because babies and thumbtack collections are mutually exclusive, happy-household-wise, according to the So You're Gonna be a Daddy? night class teacher. Our nebulous cloud learned a lot about paternal instincts and Venn diagrams, and 9 weeks later, after 19 hours (that's like 47, maybe 48 episodes of Futurama) of intensive - a word which doesn't even come close to how intensive it really was - labor in a Baylor Hospital nursery unit, the funkiest band of all time was born: The Skinny Cooks