“I’m sorry, Josh Mailer.”
“John Mayer.”
“You know I wanted you to be a Grateful Dead.”
“I had business cards made, Bobby.”
“What can I tell you, man: turns out a half-assed semi-supergroup can’t sell out two nights at a football stadium.”
“I updated my Facebook status.”
“Can’t help ya. I’m sure Taylor Swift will comfort you.”
“Oh, no: that was forever ago. I’m dating Katy Perry now.”
“Huh: you were having sex with Taylor Swift; now you have sex with Katy Perry.”
“Yes.”
“So, you should probably stop being such a little bitch, huh?”
“You might have a point, Bob.”
…
“Taylor just lay there?”
“Like a frightened starfish.”
“Katy looks like fun.”
“Fun girl, yes. Lot of fun.”
“Yup, yup. Looks fun.”
“Fun times.”
“Big boobies.”
“Yeah, I love touching them.”
“Oh, I would touch them all the time.”
Excuse me, please: what the shit is this fuckery?
“We’re talking about Katy Perry.”
“And her boobies.”
…
Bobby, did you share your pills with John Mayer again?
“No.”
“I brought my own.”
“He brought his own.”
Y’know what: Team Phil. Your wild card shenanigans are going to fuck up the shows, Bobby.
“Aw, geez.”
they out in Livermore, Dick Carter’s Altamont Speedway….doin’ some re-enactment or something? is that Mel Belli’s shoulder?
It’s Unidentified Shoulder Day on TotD.
good times TotDner