Bonus points if you can find the farmer’s tan.
And, once you’re done, you can listen to this. Make sure to turn it all the way up.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: heineken
Hey, Brent. Whatcha doing?
“Having a beer.”
Okay.
“Yeah.”
We don’t talk much, do we?
“Not really.”
We should work on that. Hey, Phil! I see you back there!
“Pound sand, twerp.”
Can you see the Heineken?
…
Look carefully.
…
Got it yet?
Gotta level with you, Enthusiasts. Still love you. You know that.
Arrow should be green, though.
Yes, it should, but that was the best I could do. It took twenty minutes.
Disappointments all around, then.
Yeah.
Later christened “the stagefright show,” the evening saw Phil hide from the audience for most of the first set; he played the second from his hotel room under the covers. By the next day, everything was back to normal, and no one spoke of it ever again.
Also: Heineken.
Also also:
“Hey, Precarious: which way should these amps be facing?”
“All the ways.”
“Gotcha.”
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