“Look, John Mayer: llamas.”
“Those are horses.”
“‘Llama’ is Spanish for ‘horse.'”
“Nope.”
“The people of this region are nomadic, and rely on the llamas for transportation and then they eat them. Also, sex.”
“You’re smarter than this: what have you taken now?”
“Have you ever inhaled nitrous?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, now imagine it’s a pill and it lasts six hours.”
“Who the hell is making this crap?”
“John, I can’t go over this again: I’ve employed a disgraced Nobel laureate to build me a pharmaceutical log flume to total consciousness.”
“Does he have a name?”
“Doctor Gary.”
“He sounds trustworthy.”
“Oh, no: klepto and a snitch.”
“Sure.”
…
“Katy?”
“Mrs. Katy Jean.”
“Where do you think you are right now?”
“Lemongolia.”
“Uh-huh. And that is?”
“Like Mongolia, but zestier.”
“Goddammit.”
I’m starting to feel a little sorry for Poor John.
I might even write a song.
Nah, never mind.
Good stuff.
At some point, Katy will start taking pictures just to troll you…if she hasn’t already.
Dunno, man. Lady’s got 80 million Twitter followers and plays stadiums. Don’t think she’s reading.
She reads this,
….
I can feel her presence
….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yC4ZTeJr2PA