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Yakkety Yak, Don’t Bring Sexy Back

“And we’re back on the air with the Radio Randy show on the SiriusXM Grateful Dead Channel, number 23 on your dial. Our guest is Bob Weir.”

“It’s probably for the best I’m on this station, Randy. I got thrown off Jamie Foxx’s comedy channel.”

“Why, Bob?”

“Billy wrote my material.”

“Sure. You were recently in Mexico with Bill Kreutzmann. Tell us about Los Muertos con Queso.”

“I can’t eat it front of my sister-in-law.”

“Lillian Monster.”

“Yeah. She starts whipping bullhorns at your head if you look like you’re enjoying your food.”

“She is a vegan.”

“How’d you hear?”

“She’s broken into the studio a number of times.”

“Ah.”

“Last month, she chained herself to David Gans to protest pet bullying.”

“Pet bullying?”

“Calling your dog fat, gaslighting your cat.”

“Right, yeah. Once, I pretended to throw the tennis ball to my dog, and she picketed Thanksgiving.”

“So, how did you find Mexico, Bob?”

“I went south, and there it was.”

“How were the crowds?”

“On the other side of a fence from me.”

“Did you enjoy the food?”

“Except one meal, yeah.”

“Bob, let’s take a call.”

“You bet.”

“John in Los Angeles, you’re on with Radio Randy and Bob Weir.”

“Bobby, can my friend Justin be a Grateful Dead, too?”

“Who is this?”

“Josh.”

“Hey, Josh. Your friend has to go back to his own band.”

“But I already told him he could!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have done that, huh?”

“Pleeeeease?”

“Nope. I don’t know why you’re asking me for anything when you haven’t taken the garbage out.”

“I said I’d do it!”

“Now’s a good time.”

“I SAID I’D DO IT! God, you’re so mean!”

“You’d better straighten up and fly right before the tour, or so help me.”

“So help you what?”

“Excuse me!?

“Nothing.”

“Don’t make me take off my sandal!”

“I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!”

“You just wait til your Irving Azoff gets home, young man.”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

“That got weird.”

“Kid’s got so much potential, Randy. He’s soloing at an 11th-grade level, but he just won’t put in the effort.”

“Kids.”

“What can you do?”

Woody And Buzzed*

If you’ve ever wanted to know the full extent of any successful actor’s self-regard, look at this picture in which Woody Harrelson is sitting next to a Grateful Dead, and has not handed the guitar to him.

OR

“Susan, I don’t care if you are a zombie. I think you’re the person to decorate the Dead’s green room. What are you thinking in terms of candles?”

“Braaaaaaaaaaains.”

“Good idea.”

OR

Annabelle Garcia took this shot; you can see her in the mirror. Hi, Annabelle!

OR

That’s some quality fuckin’ stemware, I’m tellin’ ya.

OR

Billy took third place in a “Neil Young Seen From Behind” lookalike contest.

OR

Red wine and a bushy white beard can’t be the best combination.

 

*I’m so pleased with this title.

I Don’t Want To Tie You Down

Bobby.

“C’mon, man.”

Bobby.

“Not now.”

Bobby.

“What?”

You gonna pork her?

“Dude.”

She has the boy hair, and you have the girl hair.

Get in there.

“Can I go?”

Get IN there.

“Really, man: enough.”

Tell her you’re Glenn Frey.

“Why would I do that?”

Chicks dig Glenn Frey.

“Chicks dig me.”

Not like they dig the Smuggler.

“I do all right, man.”

Honk her boobs.

“I’m not gonna do that.”

Butt bongo.

“Cut it out.”

Buy her a milkshake.

“Is that a weird sex thing?”

No, it’s a dessert beverage.

“Ah. Just a milkshake.”

Yeah. I mean, you could put your dick in it. That would make it a weird sex thing.

“Sure. I don’t, uh, think they’re doing milkshakes at this party.”

They got a bathroom?

“Of course.”

Take her in there. Bump and a hump.

“No.”

Coke and a poke.

“Stop.”

Snow and a blow.

Nose candy gets hoes randy.

“We’re done.”

L.A. Woman

Bobby.

“Busy.”

Bobby.

“Working here.”

Bobby.

“What?”

I think she likes you.

“I know. Shh.”

Get in there, Bobby.

“Dude.”

GET IN THERE.

“Can I talk to you over there?”

Shall we shuffle over?

“You bet.”

SHUFFLESHUFFLESHUFFLE

What’s up, buddy?

“Pal, y’know: I truly need no help with women.”

Gonna neg her?

“I don’t use that word.”

Neg, Bobby. Neg. Short for negative.

“What’s that?”

You give her a backhanded compliment. Like, “I usually go for girls who look like girls, but you’re almost kinda cute.”

“That’s not a backhanded compliment. That’s, uh, just rude and creepy.”

Okay. How about, “You look like the type of woman who’d marry Lou Reed.”

“That’s just a straight-up insult.”

Well, you got anything?

“Well, I was planning on being charming. And, uh, you know: handsome and tall. Also gonna play the Rock Star card once or twice.”

That’s a much better strategy.

“Been working pretty good for me so far.”

Get back in there, slugger.

“Sure.”

Madman Across The Border

Hey, Bobby. Look at you.

“Went where the weather suited my trousers.”

If there’s any place in the world those pants are appropriate, it’s a Mexican resort.

“You bet.”

Do this again next year?

“Might be a problem. New Brent didn’t get back across the border.”

Jeff Chimenti is his name.

“There’s no ‘J’ sound in Spanish, so he’s probably gonna have to change it.”

Why can’t he come back?

“He’s been classified as both a drug kingpin and a Syrian.”

Wow. I didn’t know you could be declared a Syrian.

“We’re learning a lot about civics lately.”

Hey, Garcia Tee-Shirt.

“Hey, man.”

Is She Really Going Out With Him?

What is this?

“Taking a picture with Pahrump Labatts.”

No.

“Pablum Labrum.”

No.

“Padme Amidala.”

Way off.

“Forrest Whitaker?”

She looks nothing like Forrest Whitaker, Bobby.

“One specific part of her does.”

True. Her name’s Padma Lakshmi.

“Ah. Right. Oh, hey: I’m standing with her to support refugees.”

She’s a supermodel. Like, the exact opposite of a refugee.

“You will admit that she looks more like a refugee than I do.”

Give Trump another two weeks.

“True, true.”

Bobby, I know you’re a happily married man, but you totally got a shot here.

“How so?”

You know who she used to be married to, right?

“Nope.”

“Huh.”

You got a shot.

“I got a shot.”

Mighty Wind Is Gonna Be My Name

You look like the Maxell guy.

“That’s a powerful consumer audiotape right there.”

Industry standard. How you feeling?

“With my hands.”

I meant physically.

“Me, too. I grab stuff.”

I think you’re just messing with me.

“Yeah, yeah I’m, uh, just full of beans today. Being full of beans, ironically, is why you’re asking me how I’m feeling.”

Burrito?

“Here’s the thing: if you finish it in 20 minutes, then it’s free.”

Oh, no. Don’t take those challenges, Bob.

“I’m a competitive guy.”

How big was the thing?

“Three pounds.”

No one should eat three pounds of anything at one time, let alone foreign meat.

“Panda eats 40 pounds of bamboo a day.”

Are you a panda, Bobby?

“No.”

There ya go. Wait, was this at the resort?

“Uh-huh.”

Bobby, you eat for free at the resort.

“It wasn’t the money. It was the principle.”

Ah.

“Billy did it for the money. Put down two of the suckers and made the restaurant give him ten bucks.”

That’s not how that works.

“It is when Billy does it.”

Sure.

The Bob Is Back In Town

Hey, buddy. Good to see you.

“Rough day or so.”

Look at you, already back to doing hand-on-chin.

“Well, you know: I am a professional.”

Never said different. What happened?

“Didn’t vet my tacos extremely enough.”

Oh, you gotta vet the shit out of those things.

“Just until you know what’s going on, yeah. Turned into a bit of a sprinkler.”

Not optimal.

“No, no. Worst part was Billy kept kicking the bathroom door open and taking pictures.”

That sounds terrible.

“Wait, no. Not the worst part.”

Please don’t say–

“Puke kept getting stuck to my beard.”

–puke kept…ew. Well, everyone’s glad you’re okay.

“You bet. Hey, uh, question.”

Yeah?

“They letting us back into the country?”

You, yes. String Cheese, no.

“I’m fine with that.”

Everyone is.

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