Why do you have a chameleon?
“Why don’t you?”
Touché. What’s the chameleon’s name?
“Albert Schweitzer.”
Sure. Seriously, though: why do you have that thing?
“Well, you know how bookstores have cats? Guitar shops have chameleons.”
Not a thing.
“And yet here I stand with Albert in my hand.”
True.
“You should see his tongue. Really something.”
Don’t let Billy see it.
“Oh, yeah, good idea. He’d, uh, paint a fly on the end of his dick.”
He would.
bobby’s nipple.
again.
MUST he have wee breasts? I am trying to reconcile myself to the beard and mustache–not well I might note in passing– but breasts are kind of like, you know, it just seems like a gateway body-part, and next up is, well, you know.