Truth lives at That LARRY SHOW, a weekly sojourn at the crossroads of madness and enlightenment. With LARRY in your life, you'll Take No Sh*t, and laugh your way to victory.
How to make $$ from the plague▲ How bad will it get? ▲ Did crows foretell this impending doomsday? ▲ What they should re-name Coronavirus to make it scarier ▲ Getting through your 20’s unscathed ▲ Do parents matter, and if so, how much?▲ Why I don’t give a shit about Gary Vaynerchuk, and you shouldn’t either ▲ All this and more in this contagious episode!
What’s the high desert and why does it beat the low desert?♦What is it about the desert that mesmerizes?♦What pissed off Sinatra so much he went nuts with a sledgehammer?♦ Why did the Pharaohsreallybuild the Sphinx? ♦ How long is the wait list to sleep in a motel room where a semi-famous guy OD’d nearly 50 years ago? ♦ What can you do to screw with people long after you die? ♦ These and other burning questions are answered when Larry returns to his favorite place, the haunted Mojave desert!
Usually, I write some kind of narrative for the images I post. Not this time. The Mojave desert is just too big. If you listen to the episode, these images will speak for themselves. (In a dry rasp, from too much straight tequila and dry, thin air.)
Enjoy.
This is Dinny. He doesn’t say much.MISTER Rex. A pompous asshole with anger issues.
Dinny and MISTER (always MISTER) guard the gateway to the Coachella Valley, a place of desert weirdness.
A wind farm in the desert.
Question: where the hell did that tree log come from? There’s nothing but sand and rock for many miles. The desert is a riddle and that’s part of its allure.
Why? Who? How?
See these busted headphones? What the fuck are they doing hanging on a barbed-wire topped, chain link fence? I’ll tell you. They answer the riddle of the Sphinx – 5,000 years later and 8,000 miles away. Listen to the episode and you’ll realize how right I am.
Casa Sinatra
Once upon a time, Old Blue Eyes hung his fedora within the above domicile. He thought he was buddies with JFK, whom he helped get elected. But then Jack the Haircut rat-fucked Frank and Frank went apeshit with a sledgehammer. What did Frank bust up? The answer is in the episode.
Yeah, they got that.
So you’re blasting through the desert on 2-lane blacktop. You see this collection of rusty reptiles. You’ve been looking for them all your life. You stop and pay any price. Happens all the time.
The road to the high desert — and high adventure.
With tacky Palm Springs barely visible in the rear-view, you head for the better desert – the high desert. Once there, you can look UP at God or DOWN on the unenlightened, madding crowd in the flats. The high desert should have a sign in the sky “RESERVED FOR HIGHER LIFE FORMS.”
Glass abacus?
A lot of artists live up there in the high desert, and they make some bizarre and cool and awful stuff. Is this a hangover-counter? Would be fun at a target range, no? If they switched out the vertical dowels for rope, it would be a wind chime to make you suicidal.
Heads.
Is the cool one wearing the shades?
Obey her!
Screw Yelp. I’ll eat and drink at ANY saloon with her on the door. The Dali-esque six-shooter says her tequila will make you hallucinate. Her flesh guns are pretty good, too. Probably a champion arm-wrestler.
Joshua Tree
They named a town, a state park and an old U2 album after this tree. Well, not this particular tree. Second time it had snowed in a quarter century. Lucky me.
Where’s the stuffed buffalo?
Yup. He’s at the point of the yellow arrow. Lots of joints like Willie Boy’s (I’m glad they got the apostrophe right) in the high desert. Most of them have some type of animal on the roof. Not sure why, but I dig ’em. Desert dreams run big and intense. But few work out.
Motel with a sad story.
Driving by this place tripped a wire in my mind. So I Duckduckgo’d it (I DON’T USE COMMIE GOOGLE!). Sure enough, this place is where Country Rock godfather Gram Parsons flamed out in 1973 at the age of 26. I had to go inside…
C’mon in. Kick your boots off and stay a while. The fire’s nice ‘n’ toasty.
Who could resist a window like this? Not I.
Table for 3. Don’t mind the ghosts.
It’s even better on the inside.
Not your typical lobby art.
Some called Parsons the “Cosmic Cowboy.” There’s a wait-list to sleep in room #8 where he OD’d. Who would do that? And why?
9 fret, concrete guitar / shrine.
The obscured words are, I believe, “safe at home.” Was Parsons a baseball fan? I had no tchotcke offerings to leave. Though I did drink a tequila toast to him when I returned to my hotel.
John McAfee reveals: HOW TO FIND A GIRLFRIEND ♠ His Take No Shit credo ♠ How the CIA controls America ♠ How to play Russian Roulette and live to play again… and again! ♠ John agrees that I may be his running mate in his POTUS campaign 2020 ♠ How to extricate yourself from a job you hate ♠ His thoughts on the cast of his forthcoming biopic ♠ What makes John McAfee happiest? ♠ All this and more in Part 2 of my interview with this extraordinary outlaw!
John McAfee reveals his Take No Shit credo ♠ How the CIA controls America ♠ How to play Russian Roulette and live to play again… and again! ♠ John agrees that I may be his running mate in his POTUS campaign 2020 ♠ How to extricate yourself from a job you hate ♠ His thoughts on the cast of his forthcoming biopic ♠ What makes John McAfee happiest? ♠ All this and more in Part 2 of my interview with this extraordinary outlaw!
McAfee explains why he believes Hillary Clinton and James Comey want him dead ♠ How McAfee escaped the governments of the USA, Belize, Bahamas, Cuba and the Dominican Republic ♠ What McAfee enjoys about life on the run/in hiding ♠ What makes John a black belt in the art of Take No Shit ♠ Part one of my conversation with living legend John McAfee – Tech titan, centi-millionaire, crypto-currency baron, outlaw and 10th degree Black Belt in TNS. Hear his advice on finding your dream career, finding a girlfriend, and lifelong happiness.
McAfee explains why he believes Hillary Clinton and James Comey want him dead♠ What does John have against Santa Claus? ♠How McAfee escaped the governments of the USA, Belize, Bahamas, Cuba and the Dominican Republic♠ What McAfee enjoys about life on the run/in hiding ♠ What makes John a black belt in the art of Take No Shit? ♠ All this and MUCH more in this first ever interview with living legend John McAfee!
My day with radio legend Don Imus▲Why Larry is a New Year’s Grinch ▲ What is ‘forced gaiety,’ and why should it piss you off? ▲ Who is Baba Vanga and why do people believe her crazy predictions? ▲ What are Larry’s 2020 predictions? ▲ Why is it still Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve, when he’s been dead for 7 years? ▲ All this and more revealed… in this milestone episode!
Meet the ghosts of Larry’s Christmas past ● The weight-lifter’s trick that helps you beat the holiday blues ● The difference between lost Christmases and haunted ones ● What you can do today to make your Christmas (and life) more enjoyable ● The vilest holiday libation ● The greatest Christmas story of all ● Merry Christmas, everyone!
A preview of Larry’s John McAfee interview! ●Why Larry’s STILL glad he helped Charlie Brown commit suicide ● Why Coca Cola thinks you’re a chooch ● The only 3 Christmas movies worth watching ● Why polar bears are NOT cute ● Larry disses cheap (but rich) party givers ● What’s pissing by candlelight, and how can it be stopped? ● All this and more in this stark look at the hellidays!
With mere days until Christmas, what America needs now is mass sedation. How to do it? How about like in Goldfinger, where Pussy Galore and her flying circus of lesbians crop dust us with aerosol anesthesia. When we wake up, on Dec 26th, everything will be okay. If she were the first thing you’d see upon waking, things would be more than okay.
Honor Blackman (Pussy Galore) Uber Pointy Chick.
There are eleven other 25th days of the month, why does December’s torment us? I never liked John Lennon (his name was too similar that Commie with the pointy chin and the Greek fisherman’s hat – which I just learned is a Marxist dog-whistle – the hat, not the chin – but that’s for another episode), and I really dislike his “Christmas” song, but there’s no denying the poignancy (did I just use that word? Excuse me while I punch myself in the face) of the lines:
So this is Christmas, And what have you done
Another year over, And a new one just begun
For most with an IQ surpassing that of a Dalmatian (many of whom are inbred stupid), that line is a lyrical, time-sensitive sword of Damocles, always at the back of one’s mind as we scurry about, conducting our inconsequential affairs.
I’m not certain if, in this episode, I enumerated 10 things I hate about the holidays – it may have been 9 or 11, but who’s counting? The “Holiday Season” has become an assault on all five senses. Especially sound and sight.
How can I unsee this deranged Santa Claus, who is probably 15-feet high. What kind of fiend would not only create but display such a grotesque affront to St. Nick?
Syko Santa
Since this is Los Angeles, betcha this guy worked, in some capacity, on The Polar Express, a movie that was not so much about Christmas as it was about Tom Hanks showing us he put the V in versatility, by voicing every character.
Was that Tom imitating the screech of the locomotive’s brakes? Who knows! Maybe Mr. Hanks is that good!!!!! Here’s Tom being versatile.
What the producers saved on hiring other voice actors, they should have put into the CGI characters’ eyes. Every one of them had orbs as dead as a hammerhead.
Dead eyes, both=shit CGI
How about these lollipops that look like coiled blood sausage? Noel.
Merry Pokemon Christmas, everyone! What would the world be without Mary, Joseph and Pikachu?
The (new) Holy Family.
What’s that? Why, it’s the Iron Giant – well known Christmas symbol.. And, look! There’s an elf on his big, tin shoulder. Alleluia!
The Iron Giant. Christmas Icon, circa 2019.
Santa traded Rudolph and the reindeer team for a couple of polar bears, just like the Coca Cola corporation commanded. And hey, look at his Model T!Oh come let you adore…my stuff.
Reindeer out/polar bears in, by order of Coca Cola CorporationWarm and fuzzy Coke bears.Actual polar bear doing what polar bears do. Hope he washed down that sea lion with a Diet Coke!
Inflatables don’t even look good at maximum inflation. Once the air seeps out, they look like giant, fiesta colored condoms on the lawn.
Deflated inflatables look limp.
Ahh, Snoopy. He’s what Christmas is all about. Especially when you double dip the corporatism wand and make Snoop & the Peanuts gang… Dodgers! Nothing says Christmas like cartoons and baseball.
Snoopy bleeds Dodger blue.
Does Snoop feel lonesome since I handed his master that fistful of Nembutal 3 Christmases ago, and sang him into oblivion with his own gloomy Christmas ditty? I wonder…
