Brent’s Stickers: An Explainer
War Chicken reading “Rottweil” #1 Brent, as you may know, was born in Germany; his father was a pretzel and his mother was a set of rules. The badge represents the specific German state, or DeutschePlatzenMamaLookaBoobooDay, where he spent his youth.
War Chicken reading “Rottweil” #2 Stickers fall off, man. Gotta back your shit up.
Jacksonville Jaguar mascot A combination of Time Sheath access, a lack of football knowledge, and a predilection for America’s shittiest cities led Brent to become a diehard fan of the Jacksonville Jaguars. Brent had Bortlesmania.
Jesus, it’s another Rottweiler Brent, buddy? Can we chat? Great. Yeah, I’ve seen your Rolex. Nice. Anyway, pal: maybe you should dial back the German pride. Are you aware of the demographics of the Dead’s audience? It’s like a Boca Raton of the mind out there.
Stealie #1 (little, bottom) It’s the Dead, man. Gotta slap some Stealies on shit.
Stealie #2 (little, top left) Brent wanted people to know for sure that he wasn’t Rick Wakeman. No pussyfooting with Brent (except when he stuck his foot in women’s pussies).
Stealie #3 (big, top right) We get it, Brent. Even Mickey thinks this is too many Stealies.
Flying Eyeball Thingamabob I don’t know; who gives a shit; don’t we have anything–literally anything–better to be doing?
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Precarious?
“Yo.”
What’s with the tape?
“Surgical.”
So?
“It’s sterile.”
Again: so?
“Just pointing it out.”
Seriously, man: tape? Was this the best way to attach the synthesizer to the organ?
“Best? No. Easiest.”
Sure.
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