Thoughts On The Dead

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

Deliberately Ignoring The Guitar


“Gonna fuckin’ ROCK you, Scranton. Or San Diego. Where ever we are. Cuz your Bobby-baby’s brought you baubles. Oh, yeaaaah, Philadelphia! Gonna nose-fuck you, Place.

“Bobby got his tiger-stripe strap: it make Bobby go all ‘GRRRRR’ and the teen foxes go all ‘DAAAAAAD, you’re EMBARASSING us,’ and then Bobby sets his sights a bit older and that usually works out pretty good. Bobby can still pull a 30-year-old.

“Bobby got his motherfuckin’ fanny pack. What’s in there? Bobby shit.

“And, hey, Amorphous Blob of White People: are you ready to see a shit-ton of racist t-shirts? CUZ BOBBY’S TAKING YOU TO THE GUN SHOW.”

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  1. Right off the top of my head, I’d say: “Rock you, Chula Vista!”

    Like a hurricane.

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