“Whose daughter was twerking off whose son? What’s going on? Nothing makes sense anymore.”
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Phil Tesh – John’s brother, stays in the guest place out back. Watches the kids, takes care of the house when we’re gone. Good guy, glad to have him around, good guy when he’s not drinking. 4 months, knock wood: we’re proud of him. Oh, damn, is it 3 o’clock already? I have to get Simon to soccer practice. Nice talking to you. Wait: who are you? How did you get in my backyard? JOHN! COME HERE! COME HERE AND PROTECT YOUR LAND, JOHN TESH!
Donna Bean – Cousin to the lima, pinto, refried, Mexican jumping, and the Funky Winker.
Drums/Spade – That time in 79 when, after the drum solo, Phil, et al, sat at a card table Parrish had set up and played Spades for a good 35 minutes, which is impressive when you realize that Bobby didn’t know the rules, Brent was losing on purpose to get people to like him, and Garcia had snuck back into his dressing room two or three hands into the session.
Winterhand – The nickname of the groupie with poor circulation who liked giving tuggers.
Sex Luthor – All of his elaborate plans involve Superman’s butt, and doing weird stuff to it. Supes has had it up to fuckingĀ here, man.
Wall of Hound – One time, Billy got high as fuck and piled three or four dogs on top of each other and made people come and look, repeating the joke all afternoon, and then he got bored and punched one of the dogs in the dick, and I’m gonna tell you something about dogs: they have no concept of the proper deference due to a rock star, so no matter what band you’re in, if you punch a dog in his dick, he’s going to completely lose his shit on you, plus the other dogs were mildly annoyed with Billy anyway, so they joined in and all of them chased Billy around for an hour or so; he was bitten repeatedly, and let’s face it: he simply could not have deserved it more.
Knob Weir – What Bobby calls his dick sometimes.
Cob Weir – What he calls it other times.
Throb Weir – Bobby also calls his penis this.
Mickey Fart
I’m as stymied as you on this one. Sure, Phil’s signature is a bit cramped and inward-directed, but the measurement is a weird thing. Did someone need to know who in the Dead had the biggest signature?
Billy’s signature was displayed at a picnic, no matter how many times he promised he wasn’t going to do that shit anymore.
Mickey’s was nice and plump, but curved to the right.
Keith’s signature was too big, actually: it never quite got hard, instead taking on the consistency of a Nerf football left on the lawn through the storm.
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