Overheard At The March For Our Lives

Let’s keep Bobby away from the teenage girls.
Billy, too, obviously.
And Phil and Mickey and why don’t we just say that all of the Grateful Deads should be kept away from the teenage girls.
Yes, Mrs. Donna Jean, too: she’s shitfaced on sipping whiskey and barbiturates and swinging a crowbar around.
The Road Crew should likewise be banned from contact with the teenage girls.
Why was the Grateful Dead even brought to the March For Our Lives?
“HEY, MAN, AW RIGHT. TEENAGE GIRLS.”
Oh, Goddammit, now Elvis is here.
Every one of you stay away from the teenagers.
“THEY ALL SO FRESH AN’ RIPE, MAN. LIKE HONEYDEW MELON.”
Stop it.
It’s 2018 and you can’t be…which one of you has the Time Sheath?
C’mon, guys: who has the Time Sheath?
Garcia?
“Buy me a pretzel, man.”
This was a terrible idea.

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Chad

March 25, 2018 at 9:39 am

Buy me a pretzel man.
Funny stuff. I needed a hung over giggle.

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