Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

As Was The Custom Of The Day, They Did It All For The Nookie

jeff chimenti young2Suspicious smile, son.

“Aw, man. How’d you get here? It’s 1996.”

Everything happens simultaneously.

“Right. I guess.”

You look like a Mexican woman.

“I have a goatee.”

I stand by my statement.

“Did you chase me back to the Clinton years just to make fun of me?”

No, no: I’ve decided this Ray Spain is a bad influence on you and that’s gonna be it for that relationship, okay?

“Jay Lane.”


“I’ve known the guy forever.”

Billy’s known he has herpes forever. Doesn’t make it right.

“Jay’s a good guy. You wanna meet him.”

Yeah, I’ll give him a piece of my mind. Where is he?

“He’s in the yellow shirt.”

10608788_809315695779381_7568577804621694548_oOH, HELL TO THE NO.


  1. hah. this makes me laugh.

  2. Note the tell-tale drumsticks.

  3. Jesus this guy has a blacker wardrobe than Johnny Cash

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