Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Forklift ran out of gas.”
No.
“No, no. I was, uh, just having a little fun. The machine is in fine fettle, mechanically.”
Good to hear.
“I’m at the gym. You might not think so, but anywhere’s a gym if you’re sweaty enough.”
Your delts are popping.
“The kids call it being swole. Well, Don Was calls it that.”
What is this exercise called?
“Well, uh, naming something gives it power. But in this situation, I want the power. Not enough power to go around. So, uh, the exercise does not get a name. I just put my weight on it.”
Do not quote Dolemite at me.
“I enjoy the way that fellow says ‘ambulance.'”
He pronounces the word humorously.
“Here’s something you don’t know: that guy Dolemite? Rutabaga Perkins?”
Rudy Ray Moore.
“Big Deadhead.”
Not true at all.
“Oh, yeah. Him and Pig dated a couple of the same women.”
Rudy Ray Moore didn’t date women, Bobby.
…
“I’m thinking of Rerun.”
Go back to your workout.
The snake shirt is on that bus, I can sense it.
I know I should mind my business, but I hope that Forklift becomes a character.