Hey, Mickey. Whatcha doing?
“I’m on Godzilla Duty.”
What now?
“Someone’s gotta watch out for that rice-eating son of a bitch. He’s a bridge-fucker.”
Not that bridge. No monster has ever taken out the Oakland Bay Bridge.
“Is that not the Golden Gate?”
No.
“How can you tell?”
By looking at it.
“Agree to disagree.”
Whatever. What the fuck are you wearing? Is that a toppermost?
“Oh, wow, no. I don’t have that kind of money. This is just a toppermore.”
Christ, this site is dumb.
“Guess how many bottles of Drambuie I got in here.”
No.
“Guess!”
I dunno, Mickey. Four?
…
“Yeah. Four. How’d you figure that out?”
Just a good guesser.
“About to be three, though.”
Uh-huh.
That is why they are all alive and the Allman Brothers are all dead..
Girl Liquor, The Grateful Deads drink wine, and schnapps and sloe gin, Drambuie and Jagermeister
Dickie Betts is damn sure an Allman Brother, and his brain surgery was a “success.” Mr. Betts sure didn’t drink no pussy liquor (although his current habits are his own business, y’know?).
https://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/allman-brothers-star-dickey-betts-brain-surgery-deemed-a-success