Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Dreaming of the West.”
That’s some good Dead-shirt-wearin’ on all of your parts.
“Men were men back then.”
You’re not listening to me, are you?
“Women were women. The cattle were, uh, cattle. The doggies were also cattle, though. When you punched them doggies, you were actually talking about cattle. And you weren’t actually punching them. I can draw you a diagram, if you’d like.”
I’m fine.
“Destiny was around every corner back then. Course, there weren’t many corners, as the infrastructure wasn’t there yet. Let’s just say that destiny was over every hill. Just a short hike away.”
Okay.
“If you had a horse, you wouldn’t even need to pack a lunch. You could be there and back in a morning.”
What the hell are you talking about?
“America.”
What’s the dog’s name?
“Triscuits.”
Cool.
Hey, there’s Doggy Woof Woof! That’s not his real name, but that’s what I call him.