“He is not a Phish, Trey.”
“No, Page. Just sitting in for one night.”
“And when he leaves, you will stay?”
“Yes, buddy.”
“Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
“No, we’re both going to sleep in our own rooms with our wives.”
“She does things to me.”
“She’s supposed to, Pagey.”
“She tickles my button until I make shame on myself.”
…
“Love ya, buddy.”
“Oh, I love you so much, Trey. Trey?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Where is the smelly lady?”
“On the end in the sunglasses.”
“No, that is a smelly man.”
“Same person, buddy.”
“Men are not ladies, Trey. That’s what makes them men. And their buttons.”
…
“Bob?”
“Troy?”
“That trade deal still on the table?”
“I’m gonna keep you in suspense.”
“Great.”
I’m gonna have to throw the penalty flag here. You can be buddies with the Red Rocker, but you can’t wear a gottdam Chickenfoot t-shirt.
That comment just got you banned from Cabo Wabo……
ON MY BIRTHDAY NO LESS
(I deserve it for talking shit)
Chickenfoot is an abomination.
If a man among you got no sin upon his hand, etc etc