What the hell is it with these people and headbands?
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: jerry garcia (Page 92 of 139)
Most people would see Gnarls Oohlala over there and say, “Game over, man. That’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”
But the Enthusiast’s gaze lingers, drifts. It catches the shorts, of course, but to pair them with the yoga-neck T-shirt is bold; to rock the rolled, aerobics-class headband is brave.
If you gave Mrs. Donna Jean a pixie cut, she would lose all of her power.
This lighting gave Phil a hard time: as a Cat Person from Felicidae IV, throneworld to the Felis Empire, he was effectively blind in red light and would stumble around confused and irritated, declaring at the top of his lungs that “NONE OF THIS IS BECAUSE I AM AN ALIEN!”
Garcia refused to look at it anymore, and it scared Bobby. Everyone else thought it was funny as shit, so Candace would do it on purpose five or six times a tour.
From straight to kinky, the Grateful Dead’s hair had it all!
(Coincidentally, “From straight to kinky” was tattooed on Brent’s chest in Gothic lettering and by the time you saw it, it was too late to wonder what it meant: Brent was going to show you.)
PLUS, Phil is checking out Dat Ass.
They weren’t minimalists.
Mrs. Donna Jean got a little too into character and yelled at the crowd for ten minutes about the need to pay their fines, and that the student(s) caught defecating in the Young Adult section would be in a heap of trouble.
Mrs. Donna Jean’s addiction was getting bad: she had been through four hair dryers already, and it was only the second week of the tour.
Also: Mrs. Donna Jean is high as fuck.
Can someone explain to me why this is completely terrifying?
The strap sliding down Mrs. Donna Jean’s shoulder is killing it.
Lonely, buddy?
…
Little bit.
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