Jay alerts me that any groupies I might get as a consequence of coming up with the name "Hose Monster" might be my mother's age.
I do like older women (one of the greatest coups of my life to date was dating a 29-year old hottie just weeks after my 21st birthday), and while my mother is one hell of a lady, I don't know if that was the idea for which I was hoping. Oh well. Everyone has something special to offer. And groupies are a strange breed. I'm sure at Hose Monster's big rock concert five years from now, enough non-stanky cuties will come to hear tunes about strippers to keep me at least interested.