Took Godzilla to band practice last night. He had fun rockin' with Dirtbot.
Today, Godzilla wanted to do some solo "sightseeing" (read: tear some sh1t up!) so I let him go out unattended. He climbed to the highest point in town to do some recon.
First thing on his list was to shout obscenities and breathe fire on John Rich's house (aka the Douche Fortress)
Then he headed down to Music Row where he checked out the naked bods on the Musica statue at the roundabout, and over to the famous Studio B, where Elvis and countless other stars have recorded.
Furious at the lack of sane discourse and the fact that the Tennessee legislature failed AGAIN to let grocery stores sell wine, he headed over to the state capitol to give those b@stards a piece of his mind.
Still fuming, he went immediately to Centennial Park, where he laid waste to the world's only full-size replica of the Parthenon.
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Tomorrow he's heading down to Birmingham to meet up with some other fine SOHC/4'ers at Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum!