hells bells and a bucket of blood

Well hells bells Beagles.  Hells bells?  You know what's hellish, looking up a phrase that a rock band has decided would make a groovy name.  Three different  pages is my limit for internet research, and none of them gave me an origin, though one claimed that the phrase was originally hells bells and buckets of blood.  Kind of groovy, if I was forming a rock band, I think I would go with the longer phrase, or maybe just gone with bucket of blood, but that is probably already taken.  Once years ago, I happened to be in the hip part of town and came across a poster advertising the band Piss Bucket.  I never heard of them again, but maybe they changed their name to the Backstreet Boys or something.

Where was I?  Oh I was driving a car with an oil problem and then I abandoned it in Alaska, and the cops never came to tow it away because they were too busy dealing with urban derelict buildings, but actually they weren't dealing with them at all, they were dealing cards, but then they suddenly ran out of cards, and then I woke up and realized I had to get in my Beaglesonian post for the morn, but then I realized I was already writing it, and I wondered hells bells, hells bells and a bucket of blood, what ate we talking about here.

That's the trouble with these metaphors, they can go anywhere.  What if we are the Backstreet Boys driving from town to town, and whenever we run out of oil we just flash a smile and the tween girls buy us quarts of oil, and if we bought a new car they might think we were some other band like Piss Bucket.  And if we were Piss Bucket we would just steal oil from garages after our gigs and we could never buy a new car because none of us would want to sign Piss Bucket on the check.

Oh we were talking about poor people.   I think we were going to bat around ideas for a solution to poverty, but then I claim that we can never really solve that problem because, like terrorists or just nuts who buy a super gun and shoot up a school or movie or someplace, they will always be with us, but I think we should just try to make it a little better.

There's a facebook page about Forgotten Champaign and mostly it is about, oh remember that Dog 'n Suds on Second and Green in the fifties, but a day or two ago somebody posted something about the Vietnam protests and then somebody wrote something for them and somebody wrote something against them, and now two days later and a couple pages they are all going at it tooth and fang about who is really supporting the troops.

Why can't they be like us, and get a nice little blog that nobody reads and we don't bother nobody.