Immediately after this photo was taken, Bobby went, “Mwah, mwah, mwah!” and used his helicopter umbrella to escape from Batman and Robin.
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Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: deb ball
Hey, Bobby. What in God’s name are you doing?
“Looking spiffy.”
You look like the opera singer that Bugs Bunny got in a fight with.
“I’m beginning to get the feeling that a great deal of your worldview was shaped by cartoons.”
Just the good ones. So: what is this?
“Debutante ball. Daughter’s being presented to San Francisco society.”
…
That is the most gentile sentence I’ve ever heard.
“It is un-ethnic, yeah. Hey, uh: didn’t we play one of these things? My sister’s, right?”
Yeah.
“Phil had a Fender?”
Apparently.
“Don’t remember that. When was this?”
September of ’66.
“Huh.”
Yeah.
…
“If you start–”
SunRIIIIIIIIISE, sunset. SunRIIII–
“–singing we’re done. We’re done.”
Congratulations, Bobby. And to your wife, Natasha Monster.
“Thank you. Go away.”
“Meyers thinks he’s got randos?”
Oh, no. I will not have a Rando War.
“I have not yet begun to rando.”
Please don’t do this.
“MEYERS, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD, I READ YOUR INSTAGRAM!”
Bobby, stop yelling. You’re scaring the rich people.
“I know lots of randos. I have the best randos.”
…
Really?
“Well, you know: Joshy Come Lately.”
You hired him.
“He didn’t act like this at the interview.”
There was an interview?
“Oh, sure. Asked him a ton of questions.”
Like?
“Asked him where he saw himself in five years.”
What’d he say?
“Soloing.”
Good answer.
“Only right one, really.”
Yeah, but now you’ve gotta live with him. Please don’t start a Rando War. Billy will just wander out into the lot and do his Pied Piper routine.”
“Ball’s in his court.”
…
How those vest buttons doing, buddy?
“Okee doke, I’m gonna mingle.”
Good idea.
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