Billy’s punching himself in the dick; he got bored, I guess. OR In my heart of hearts, I wish that were a Planet Hollywood jacket on Garcia, but it probably isn’t. OR “Jerrrrrrrrry. Where. Is. My. Nobel. I wan’ one. Gimme.” “I don’t think you’re getting any sort of prize, Pete.” “Wan’ it!” “Okay, man.” … Continue reading Deaf, Dumb, And Blind-Drunk