Oh I'd love to play but I only play with those who play fair.  That is not one of your assets Jim.  You have never played fair.  Finally I hit the nerve I was looking for.  Had my laugh for the day. Thanks 

Again,  Jim it is apparent by the pic post that you continue to ride the skirts of women in order to make it.  When will you ever stand on your own merits?

Wow Bakotopia has its own musical soap opera in the workings! Whats this show called? As the skirt whirls? Skirt riding after dark? The Dark Skirt rider? Oh, never mind, I just realized its called Fat Face Jim.  Silly me!

Great way to get attention for your band. Way better than R. Kellys in the closet musical! I have no idea who any of the performers are in this Musical Soap Opera. I look forward to the ever thickening plot to unfold right before my eyes. There is a plot right?

I think it's purposeful planning on the part of all being played;) It gets the name out;)

It was a dark and stormy night.
Suddenly, a shot rang out. A door slammed. The maid screamed as she felt a tug on her skirt, fearful that, in spite of all her precautions, she might now be face to face with the notorious

El Petticoto, the cunning and evil debaucherer of unsuspecting female 
vocalists!

But it was only Merlot, the salt-and-pepper neutered cockapoo, chompin' on her hem, 'cause he wanted a Snausage. (His had gone missing, you see.) The maid breathed a sigh of relief, totally unaware that, later that evening.........

Okay, fans and viewers, how 'bout a little help here? Any one feel like a round robin? Go on, add a few lines, let's move our little soap opera along. Feel free to add characters, thicken the plot -- whatever works. And we have Jessica Pearl to thank for getting our own official Bakotopia SOAP OPERA off the ground.

Thanks for the boost, Jessie. We're gonna get this thing spinning like a lab rat. Come on out to Mugg's this weekend, I'll buy you a beer.

Jim (aka El Monta Faldas)

he looks like the same Jim Robinson that played at Jelly's back before it was Sandrini's. It was just him and a guitar, and he does a good job. Stuff like operator, and Tears in heaven. I like a.k.a, too. They have a grate girl singer too.

After shaving and shining his boots, El Petticoto stands at the ironing board pressing his folding cash thinking about the nights song list.

Looking up he notices the time, quickly he splashes on some Old Spice as he walks across the floor to wipe down and pack up his instrument.

Locking the door to his humble abode, El Petticoto places his instrument into the back seat of his car. Sliding into the front seat, he puts the key into the ignition, giving himself one last look as he adjusted the rear view mirror he starts the car and slides the shifter into reverse. Backing down the long drive El Petticoto suddenly thinks to himself………

Backing down the long drive El Petticoto suddenly thinks to himself………What the hell am I doing? I'm a Protologist for God's ake, not some bleeding rock star, I have buts to save.

Suddenly El Petticoto's cell phone rings. The Caller ID shows its Nurse Ratchet from the Bako ER. Dr El!! Dr El! (Nurse Ratchet "knew" El Petticoto on a first name basis) The EMTs just brought in............................

an anonymous woman whose skirt has been badly roughed up! and Dr. El, theres something you should know before you get here. She may have the answer to Merlots missing snausage! We wont know for certain until you arrive and......

...check your pockets for the key to the chastity belt that the anonymous woman with the badly roughed up skirt has on under her bloomers. We'll have the Ronco DerrierScope 6 ready for you, because this woman seems to have something up her.......

Oh les garcons et lassies, vous tous est hilarant.  Jim a gere pour vous sucer encore tout dans sa toile enchevetree.  Le puits apprecie mes amis.  Mon amant et je suis du Paris pour notre rendez-vous de Valentin annuel et alors d'Au Festival de Rassemblement dans Irlande.  Desole je n'obtiendrai pas cette biere a Muggs mais peut-etre quand nous rentons.  Amour

translation of above comment

...sleeve. And now the poor thing is starting to babble in tongues, and has apparantly taken on another personality, some sort of froggy Mick character who am of Paris and is going to a Scotish gathering in Ireland."

Dr.E (who, leave us not forget, is really El Petticoto) stares at his cell phone, transfixed by what Nurse Ratchet was telling him. How can this be? he thought frantically to himself. We don't have a Ronco DerrierScope 6 - unless, of course, Nurse Ratchet's seemingly harmless flirtaions with Reginald Rodino the Ronco Rep (R2 the R2 to his friends) had escalated to the point that Reginald, swooning under the spell of the fetching Nurse Ratchet, had magically pulled a Ronco DerrierScope 6 out of his.......

....back pocket. "Oh Doctor, no wonder you couldn't find it" said the nurse.

"Nonsense" the doctor muttered, "it is much too large to fit in my back pocket!!"

"Not if it is slightly oiled!" she grimmaced as she pulled out a can of WD-40 from her skirt