Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

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Facts Are Stubborn, Stupid Things

What used to be is not what is, Enthusiasts. This is the nature of nature, and of conjugation. Gonna becomes is turns into was transforms to used to be. What I’m getting at here is this: Bobby is shrinking and we need to accept it. Bobby used to be taller than Garcia, but now he is shorter than pop star-banging guitarists, and hippies who never had a hit single, and wealthy gay men on vacation. That’s short!

What to do? First off, show kindness. Do not keep offering to fetch items off the top shelf for Bobby, or forward him links that advertise sandals with hidden lifts. This will cause him to become resentful, and he will take it out on Matt Busch. Secondly: defend Bobby. If you see a tall rando heading his way, tackle that rando. Third: we should probably just all ignore it like we did Garcia’s hobbies. That worked out well.

A good novelist could reveal all of these men’s character just by describing their choices in footwear.

Yup.

Franti Raid

“You, uh, wanna do a thing?”

“Is the thing drumming?”

“No.”

“Fine, I guess.”

OR

Jeff Chimenti wearing a hat is like Scarlett Johansson wearing a space suit. Do not keep your beauty to yourself, Jeff Chimenti.  Does the eagle refuse to fly in fear of embarrassing the pigeon? Let the world see your silvery goodness.

OR

Double potato salad.

OR

I feel like Josh is showing me his invisible engagement ring.

OR

“Thoughts on my Ass! Look at my gum!”

No, thank you, Billy.

“Look!”

Fine. Yes, you have gum in your mouth.

“Sex gum.”

What does that even mean?

“Viagra-flavored. Gum gets soft, and Billy gets hard.”

Ew.

“I’m gonna stick it in stuff.”

Your dick or the gum?

“Both! I used to know some skank in Indianapolis. This chick could chew gum with her swimmin’ hole. Blow bubbles, the whole nine yards. I tried to get her on Star Search, but Ed McMahon called the cops on us.”

Good story.

“I got a million of ’em.”