You say your mom ain't home and ate moccasin, Just-a play with bees and your wounded bird

The story:

While playing in a band with 2 hard-core Hendrix fans, the 3 of us had decided to do our own version of Fire in a really slow, bluesy-funk style (which, if I say so myself, DOES work & sounds pretty friggin' cool!) I was playing drums & volunteered to write down the lyrics while the guitar & bass players got their chord & key changes figured out. I set my finished lyrics on a music stand where my buddy could easily read them and we started to do a take. We got through the first verse with no problem, but when he got to my lyrics he suddenly stopped playing. With a really amused expression on his face, he kind of stifled a guffaw while choking a little and simultaneously shot a small snoog out his nose onto the lyric sheet, and finally dissolved into a puddle of energetic hilarity. Yes, I was definitely embarrassed to the max when it happened & still feel foolish 20 years later when we get together...