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

Grateful Deads Prefer Blondes

You look very nice.

“Thank you, I had a thorough polishing before the show.”

I’m not talking to you, Red Metal Stool.

“The lady?”

Yeah.

“Y’know, she sat on me before.”

Stop this.

“Nice.”

Knock it off.

“I couldn’t breathe, but I liked it.”

Ew. You looking forward to Summer Tour?

“Gotta be better than the Mexican debacle.”

Yeah, bad luck. You weren’t, um, in the splash zone?

“I was fine. Can’t say the same for my cousin.”

Your cousin?

“White Porcelain Toilet.”

We’re done.

“He’s in therapy.”

I said we’re done.

3 Comments

  1. Yer Dad

    Man, people can’t put their cell phones down for anything. Is she going to take a call while performing? Wouldn’t surprise me. She could do it during a solo. Is it art?

  2. Robin Russell

    Is this an outtake from Mars Attacks?

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    is that the old pink git-fiddle? ssssnake sssshirt where you hidin’?

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