Hey, Phil. Is that Baby Levon?

“How could it be Baby Levon, jackass? It’s 1987.”

Or so.

“Or so.”

So who’s the kid? Is that one of those missing milk children?

“You’re dumber than a pig’s dick, y’know that?”

I’ve been told.

“It’s Brian. Or Grahame. One of ’em.”

Can’t be. Brian and Grahame both have beards.

“Go bother the pretty one, huh?”

Bobby or Josh?

“Either. I don’t give a shit. Just go away.”

One more question.

“If it’s stupid, I’m gonna just leave.”

Okay. Any chance of you becoming Trump’s new Chief of Staff?

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Phil?

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I guess he thought that was a stupid question.