Alas, I must disagree with my associates. An earlier archaic and authentic
definition of "
gorilla biscuits", along with fender benders and ape wafers, referred to any of the brightly colored palette of barbiturates; reds, blues, and yellows,* readily available in the sixties (1967, not some fucking 1987 Grateful Dead concert). It slipped official notice that these drugs caused more mayhem and
death than the Vietnam
War (except, of course, for the Vietnamese).
Anyhow, I remember being struck at the time by the witty repartee in the example below, overheard in some dingy quasi-hip tenement decades before the band was named and some
poseur managed to confuse up and down.
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Weird Ramblings: Now that I think of it, these are the very colors of the Wonder Bread Balloons... Coincidence? That's what they want you to believe! What? Never heard of Wonder Bread? That'
s because I'm getting so fucking old, and that's why Nembutal is enjoying a new popularity among my peer group, that little ace in the hole you want to keep within easy reach when the time comes for the compassionate healthcare providers to put you on life support and torture your ass for five or ten years until your estate is exhausted. No thanks, sonny; pass the
goof-
balls and a pint of Ballerina Vodka.
Joe: "Hey, whatchu doin' tonight?"
Moe: "I'm gonna eat
gorilla biscuits and drink Old English and
go star gazing."
That is to say, he would take a couple of Tuinal and wash it down with malt liquor until he collapsed on some citizen's lawn staring up into the hazy Long
Beach sky, hopefully not drowning in his own puke as became customary among some of our idols. Oh well, to each his own.