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Happy Birth, Jay

“Happy birthday, Jay.”

“Aw, man, thanks. Phil, this is so nice of you to–”

“Eight bucks.”

“–do, and…what now?”

“Cake is eight bucks a slice. Pony up, longhair.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

“I’m running a restaurant here, camerafucker. No free cake.”

“Okay. Eight bucks?”

“Mm-hm. And two more for the candle.”

“Two bucks for a candle?”

“It’s vegan.”

1 Comment

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    That is Phil’s Phamous Bleeding Cheesecake. Don’t worry – it’s not real blood, just raspberry jam. Mighty tastee!

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