“Now, Bob: how many times do I have to tell you not to wear a tie on my behalf.”
“Oh, no, Your Worship: there’s like half-a-pharmacy in the lining of this sucker.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. Nobody ever pats down a tie.”
“You got a little something in there for your old buddy Pat?
“Sure, Mr. Mayor. You wanna dab down, zonk out, fly high, or shoot the moon?”
“Just a couple percocet would be fine, Bob.”
“Oh, shit, I got like 90 of those on me. Here.”
…
“I got some boner pills, too.”
“Then kick those fuckers down, bro. Let’s find the bar, wash these down, and rustle up some foxes.”
“Will they be stone-cold, Warden?”
“Dude: I’m a Senator and you’re a rock star.”
“We are gonna get sooooo laid.”
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