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

You Had To See It Coming

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“I have, uh, joined Goose.”

No. No, no, no.

“The ol’ Bobber can tell which way the wind is blowing. And it’s blowing Gooseward.”

Okay, first of all: “Gooseward” is not a word.

“It’s a direction.”

Second: that’s a duck.

“Duck are baby geese.”

They are not. They are absolutely not.

“Regardless. I had Irving Azoff make a call and, uh, now I’m in Goose.”

Fine. Whatever. When do rehearsals start?

“Oh, we won’t be rehearsing.”


1 Comment

  1. Tor Haxson

    Goose is playing by the pool at the Mexico Trustifarian Reunion.

    If you forgive me for going, I will send you pictures of fat old guys in a pool watching young Goose Crush some jams. You can make fun of the whole situation it will be easy as shooting ducks in a barrel.

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