METH the LAB

Some folks call a Dog “Man’s Best Friend,” but I have to be able to trust my best friend and I say it’s hard to trust anything that sweats out of it’s mouth.

However, on many occasions the “Hair O’the Dog” has been there for me while my human friends where passed out or in the ER.  Now that I think about it, a little mouth sweat ain’t so bad.  That’s why we put up some shots of my dog Meth on the site.

He started out as a puppy like most dog do, and we called him Method Man, cause I was going through a WuTang phase, then after we lost him one afternoon at a truck stop in Mississippi I realized that a 3 syllable 2 part name is too long to be yelling  when you’re chasing down a Lab.  So we shortened it to METH and I think everyone is a lot happier.  It wasn’t until about six months later when we lost him at another truck stop in East Texas and were walking around asking if anyone had seen our “Lab Meth” that we realized how awesome the name was.    Sixteen big-rig captains, all mysteriously missing crucial teeth but WIDE awake, helped us look for Meth.  They were so disappointed  when it turned out to be a labRADOR instead of just a plain lab that we actually had to run to the bus and hightail it out of there.  Luckily at the time we were using a loaner bus with a big picture of Shakira from her last tour, so they won’t be bothering us…plus now you finally know why so many long haul truckers hate Shakira.

Meth is good for attracting ladies, not as good as my mustache or charisma , but he does okay.  He’s good on the bus and he can actually fetch a cold bottle of brew so we keep him around.  There is more pics on the PHOTO page so have a look. www.TobyMcBrooks.com/photo

IN YOUR FACE…book.

Hey guys and girls…mainly girls.  Toby McBrooks is on FaceBook and MySpace and even Twitter.  You probably thought these three social networking sites couldn’t get any better or more relevant, and you were wrong.  DEAD WRONG.  The internet is officially respectable and Toby can be found all up on this motha.  So now you’re asking yourself HOW DO I FIND TOBY ONLINE?  Well you’ve located TobyMcBrooks.com, good show, now all you have to do is use the links located right here on the blog page or the stylish “contact” page.  You can become a fan via Facebook by using the link at the bottom right or access MySpace and Twitter at the top right.  Plus you can even check on Toby’s homepage for tweets, that’s where we keep’em. That way next time you are trolling the internet for skanks (myspace), skanks you went to college with (facebook) or skanks that micro-blog (you know) you can also check in and see what ole Tobes is up to.   Make it happen.

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The website has launched.  Take a look around.   It just might change your life.

As of October 15, 2009, today, officially TobyMcbrooks.com is up and running.  A lot of people said it wouldn’t ever happen, but a lot of people also said that I wouldn’t get a tattoo of Charlie Pride across my entire back one night when I was hammered in Memphis, TN.  Even more people said I would not be able to take the pain of tattoo removal once I awoke and learned that the “artist” had actually branded my sculpted flipside with the likeness of Tupac Shakur.  Still others would have scoffed if I told them that this whole Tupac tattoo debacle happened to me twice.  The lesson: People are idiots…and I shouldn’t have gone back to the same tattooist.  TOBY FOREVER.

There is plenty of pictures to look at and more music and videos (and music videos) to come, so tell your friends, lovers and anyone you truly respect to pay a visit to the website.  Plus keep a lookout on the TOUR page for upcoming concert dates and times. 

Now I leave you with some country truth.  From the lips of a bar-room sage:

Low down leaving sun, i’ve done

Did everything that needs done

Woe is me, why can’t i see

I’d best be leaving well enough alone

Them neon light nights, couldn’t stay out of fights

Them keep a-huanting me in memories

There’s one in every crowd, for crying out loud

Why was it always turning out to be me…

There weren’t another other way to be

For loveable losers, no account boozers

And honky tonk heroes like me 

                                    Waylon Jennings Honky Tonk Heroes