You can count the number of sit-ups Garcia did in his whole life on one hand, even if that hand is his.
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And YOU get a ponytail! And YOU get a ponytail!
“Tell me a lie, Garcia.”
“You’re not the prettiest girl in the room.”
“Oh, you.”
Um…Hodor?
I need someone to tell me why Phil is fellating the microphone.
Bobby was having trouble with the concept of “infinite amplifiers” and Phil tried to explain it by having Bobby picture a hotel with infinite rooms, then having that hotel add double the amount of rooms and five minutes in, Phil could tell Bobby wasn’t listening, so he said “Look behind you,” and went back to trying to figure out what the hell all the knobs on his bass did.
Phil doesn’t even know how to hold that thing, let alone play it.
Also, even in a recording studio in the 60’s, Bobby can find his light.
“YAAAY!”
After tuning up, Garcia was winded and needed to sit down and concentrate on not throwing up for a good ten minutes.
Judging from the tie-dyed tank and white jeans, I at first assumed this to be Englishtown, but quickly realized: there’s no fucking way Bobby only rocked that outfit once. Look at the flare in those nostrils! That’s the confidence that only a tie-dyed tank and white jeans can bring.
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