Everyone needs to put some damn shoes on.
“Oh, no. Shoes are the foot-killer; I shall not wear them. I will let trips to Foot Locker pass over me like a wave, and when they are gone only my tootsies shall remain.”
Nicely done.
“Besides, I was talking to Josh, and it turns out that sneakers are, like, two grand a pair nowadays.”
Not normal sneakers. Just his handmade limited-edition bullshit. You can get a pair of Adidas for $65.
“Huh.”
One other thing.
“You want some Fret-Eeze?”
No. What’s with the chewing tobacco?
“I enjoy a good dip. See, what you do is–”
I know how it works.
“–you put a pinch between your cheek and gums.”
Yes.
“Mm, what flavor.”
Chewing tobacco is absolutely the most disgusting way of ingesting nicotine. And least cool.
“I don’t know about that. How about that thing that looks like you’re sucking on a robot’s dick?”
Vaping.
“That scene is not for me.”
Good call. But the dipping has to stop.
“I’m gonna keep doing whatever the hell I want.”
Good. We’re agreed.
If I know Bob Weir, and I don’t, I bet his can of dip is more than just a can of dip.
I bet this is what it is:
https://images.app.goo.gl/SzXWPSshhisxYhAv6
are you hep to the Zoots, Bobner?
https://twitter.com/ZootsWA/status/1172617295253798912
I love zoots.
Me too. Would be nice to supplement donation with Zs.
The can had some issues in the beginning, really hard to open when high, which made for General Hilarity
DONATIONS CAN MOST CERTAINLY BE SUPPLEMENTED. This is doable. We can make this work, goddammit. We put a man on the moon, we can do this. (I mean, you and I had nothing to do with the moon landing, but you get my hyperbole.)
I thought it would be a nice gesture of appreciation.