Guitars and Beavers

It's Monday, Valentine's Day, and it's raining like crazy. I stepped out to purchase an overpriced sandwich for lunch when I came across a beaver trying to dam the street. I told him that it would probably be a good idea to try positioning his dam in another neighborhood that wasn't known for having its sewers back-up during flash floods. Trying to appeal to the universal desire where no-one, not even a buck-toothed animal, would want crap pumped into their living rooms, I was sure he would move along--he did.

I couldn't stand the site of his pouty little beaver face, so I offered to buy him an overpriced, soggy sandwich. He piped up and, over a couple of pastrami sandwiches served on Wonderbread, he suggested to me that I should put up some hot guitar licks on this site.

I've never received better advice from a beaver. Anyway, if there is anyone out there that knows the best way to go about doing this, send me an email, or drop a line in the comments section. Maybe I'll get around to putting up a guitar lesson or two a week. A veritable orgy of guitarness awaits!