Now that Thunderegg’s Facebook page has 200 likes, I’ve moved on to my next big goal as a pro musician, namely, to rip a crazy solo on a guitar that was once a girl (who is now an iguana) while ascending my castle’s freight elevator, and then, as the closing note rings out, to be magically transported back to the deserted banquet hall to moodily strum my guitarp alongside my apparent roommate David Coverdale, who, poor fellow, seems to be contending with some serious morning-after regrets. Too, too much mirth and mead.

On the cutting room floor: the argument between these “Bosom Buddies” over who’s going to do the dishes!