Kiss him, you fool.
“I’ve told you to stop. Shawn and I are friends.”
Friends who insert.
“I’m begging you, man.”
Teach him of sexuality’s limits, John Mayer.
“What does that even mean?”
Pee on him.
“Dude.”
Let him drink from Chuck Berry’s thermos.
“Ew.”
C’mon, man: stick your elbow in his butt.
“That’s not even a thing. Leave me alone. I’m at a fancy party with my famous buddies and I don’t want to talk to you.”
That’s fine. Talk to him.
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Goddammit.”
…
“You’re on with John.”
“Meyers? Nephew on the Dead here, and I’ve got Giraffe on the Dead with me.”
“Hi.”
“What are you up to for Hanukkah? The Guy made latkes; you wanna come over?”
“I’m good, pal.”
“They’re delicious. You dip ’em in applesauce. You know what else is good dipped in applesauce?”
“What?”
“Everything. Applesauce is the tits, man.”
“Uh-huh. Listen, I gotta–”
“Hold for Giraffe on the Dead.”
“–go…what?”
“Meyers? Giraffe on the Dead here. Can you swing by and bring a ton or so of leaves? I’m starved.”
“I’m hanging up.”
If batman read this, he would have trouble keeping his eyes open. It is that good.
Sleepy Batman reference for long time enthusiasts!
Happy Hanukkah!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H114nSnMU6I
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGrO1h9EZpQ
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In pernt of fack, the below clip takes place on the LES, not Brooklyn, but the general “Giraffe/New York/humorous vignette” scenario still holds true.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym31m_9iErY