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A Summoning Of Many, Gradually

prince guitar magazine

I saw this in Barnes & Noble the other day while I was paying $55 for a coffee-related milkshake, and needed to share it with you. It’s the embodiment of every–

“OHMIGOD why didn’t I know this magazine existed?”

–thing I find…dammit.”

“Guitars, and cars, and watches. THOSE ARE MY THINGS!”

Hey, John.

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“Put the magazine in the grocery bag and no one gets hurt.”

Go buy your own.

“I’ve already done my shopping for today.”

Dude.

“You’re right: I’m always shopping.”

Meyers be shopping.

“Don’t call me that. C’mon, gimme the magazine. You’ve been a complete dick lately.”

I kinda have.

“Just toss it in the sack.”

What’s in there? What do Hollywood types eat nowadays?

“Ube, purple bread, and artisanal Spam. Plus twelve to fifteen acai bowls a day.”

No smoothies?

“Acai bowls are the new smoothies. Acai is a superfood, you know.”

I heard that. What exactly is it?

“A superfood.”

Yes, thank you, John. But what I’m asking is: is it a fruit, vegetable, herb, berry, tuber, what? Is it meat? Was fermentation involved? What the fuck is it?

“It’s a superfood.”

Oh, why do you do this to yourself?

“I hate you.”

CELL PHONE NOTIFICATION NOISE

“No call?

Nope.

“Ooh, it’s Twitter.”

Yeah? What does it say?

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“Oh, I seriously don’t want to be part of this storyline.”

I’m almost agreeing with you on this one: he’s not allowed to interact with anyone.

“Why’s that thin-lipped slumlord talking shit about Katy?”

Fuck that guy.

“And why’s he talking shit about me?”

You do date.

“I’m great at it, though.”

Question.

“Shoot.”

What’s John Mayer’s idea of a perfect date?

“Emmy winner attends to my butthole while I solo. Encounter is filmed on multiple go-pros.”

What about her butthole?

“You didn’t let me finish. First I wouldWAIT! This is a trick, because while I DO date, I do NOT date and tell.”

Totally do.

“Did. And, like: twice.”

Yeah, but the two times were to Howard Stern and a Playboy interviewer.

“Tactical error blamable upon youth.”

Sure, yeah.

“And I don’t do that any more. Now, I just talk about myself in interviews.”

Yup.

“Rude. Rude and coarse. This fucking guy. Well, my mind’s made up: I am not voting for Donald Trump.”

Your mind was not made up previous to him insulting you in a tweet from four years ago?

“I was waiting for the debates.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“What!?”

Oh, you know what you did.

“Tell me what I did.”

I’m not speaking to you.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“You’re the thought police.”

I’m the Dream Police, man.

“Cheap fucking Trick.”

The Trick, man.

“See: we’re friends again.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

Pick up the phone, fucko.

“I’m calling Irving Azoff about you.”

I’m sure he’d love that. Stop talking to me and talk to whoever’s on the other end of that phone.

“Who is it?”

I have no idea yet.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“This is John Mayer; please kill me.”

“Please hold for the President.”

“Dammit.”

“This aggression will not stand, John! I am beset upon all sides by the vainglorious, the vile, the villanous, the vertiginous, the voluminous, the vorpal,

“Vampires.”

“Is this about the tweet?”

“How dare he, John? I am the President of the United States and will not be spoken of in that way. I have placed myself in control of the armed forces.”

“That’s already one of your jobs, Katy. I mean, it would be if you weren’t hallucinating this whole episode.”

“If I’m hallucinating, then where did I get this uniform from?”

katy perry army outfit

“Wardrobe.”

“No, John. I’m an army now.”

“No.”

“Look at squadron.”

“Those are backup dancers.”

“My fishnets are made of kevlar.”

“Katy.”

“Hanging off my belt is the Chain of Command.”

“Katy.”

“Whosoever wields the Chain shall gain the awesome power of a fully-armed and operational battle station, John.”

“I’m an army now, John.”

“Katy–

“Admiral Perry.”

“–you can’t go to war with Donald Trump over a tweet.”

“I can, John. The Constitution says it. I quote from Article 3 Motherfuckers that act froggy get jumped. Except all the S’s looks like F’s because they wrote it in British.”

“So many inaccuracies.”

“Don’t worry, John: we’re not going public. This is a stealth war. We’re going to be subtle.”

“Subtle? Oh, God, please don’t say–”

“Doctor Gary is going to dose Donald Trump.”

“–Doctor Gary…dammit, Katy.”

“And also I had another idea.”

“What?”

CELL PHONE NOTIFICATION NOISE

“What this?”

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“The fuck he say about Hot Dog Dick and Princess President Big Boobies? That it! This aggression not stand! ONLY KOREA AT WAR WITH DONALD TRUMP!”

A Twist Truly No One Saw Coming

John Mayer (left), high school chum of James Blake (USA, right), turns out to cheer Blake on in his first-round match against Nicolas Kiefer (GER). Blake advanced to the second round of the 2005 Mercedes-Benz Cup at the Los Angeles Tennis Center in Westwood, California, on July 26, 2005, when Kiefer retired during the first set with resporatory problems.
Who is that? You got yourself a lama?

“This is James Blake.”

The British weenie?

“You’re thinking of James Blunt.”

Weenie.

“Tennis player.”

Same thing. Not a manly sport, no matter how many words David Foster Wallace wrote about it.

“Can we talk, please?”

Is it about the thing where I control the universe and use my infinite power simply to annoy you?

“Yes.”

Later. How’s your face?

“Shimmery and fresh. You know what the key is?”

Besides thousand-dollar soap?

“Obviously. It’s about switching it up, like changing workouts in the gym. You have to confuse your face.”

My face is confused right now.

“When your skin doesn’t know what to do, it defaults to gleaming and peachy.”

Says who?

“I’ll give you an example. Today, I was doing the afternoon cleanse, and–”

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. How many times a day do you perform this ritual?

“Five.”

Please don’t bring–

“Like Muslims pray five times a day.”

–the Muslims into this.

“In a way, my face is my Allah.”

“I thought the phone would–”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“You’ll die alone and obscure.”

And you’ll die alone and famous. That’s a tie.

“Fuck you.”

Pick up the phone.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Fuck you.”

Why do you even carry a phone at this point? You know I’m going to do this.

“What if there’s a family emergency, or I need to buy something online, which is also an emergency?”

CELL PHONE NOISE

Pick it up. It’s not Kim Jong-Un and it’s not Katy and it’s not Taylor.

“Promise?”

Does my word mean anything to you?

“No.”

So, let’s just get on with it and accept the inevitable and pick up the phone.

“What should I tell James Blake?”

Who?

“The guy I’m standing with.”

Dude, I elevated him from rando status because the picture’s caption said he was your high school buddy. I cannot begin to enumerate the lack of fucks I have for anything involving tennis. Just pick up the phone. You’ll like this one.

“He’s a real nice guy.”

Fuck him. Pick up the phone.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Hello?”

“Hello? Yes, hello? Is, uh…am I could I be speaking, um, is this John Mayer?”

“Maybe.”

“Bro, we haven’t met, but everyone says we’d totally fuckin’ hit it off, man.”

“Oh, motherfucker.”

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“I need a ride.”

“No.”

“Bro, help a bro out. I fucked up.”

“You were trying to score coke.”

“Jeah!”

“Don’t say your catch phrase at me, jackass.”

“Jorry.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, bro? Should’ve played it cool. Why would you even go out in Rio?”

“Skank.”

“Dude, Brazilian skank is a different skank than American skank. It’s like their coffee: it’s way too strong for us to handle.”

“Jeah.”

“I told you to stop that, you wet dipshit.”

“John, bro: bro. Bro? Fuckin’ bro.”

“I understand what you’re saying, but I’m still gonna pass.”

“Dude, please!”

“Why do you need a ride? That makes no sense. You got out of Brazil, and they grabbed your idiot buddies. Who, by the way, would not be in this mess if you hadn’t opened up your mouth on TV. You’re back in America. Why would you need a ride anywhere?”

“Right, see: I didn’t go to America. I was scared, man! I just got on the first plane that was leaving, and it landed some place really fucked up.”

“Ryan, who gave you my number”

“It me, Hot Dog Dick!”

“Dammit.”

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“We got big-time American moron dolphin! Gonna breed him. Win every Olympic ever.”

“Kim Jong-Un, give back Ryan Lochte!”

“No! He mine now!”

“Unleeeeess.”

“Motherfucker.”

“What in it for me, Josh Meyer? We go Vegas?”

“I do not negotiate with terrorists.”

“Ryan Lochte power Only Korean submarines.”

“How would that even work?”

“Tie boat to him.”

“Yeah, maybe. Still, though: give him back. This will end badly.”

“Ryan Lochte property of Only Korea now. I adopt him. Make him niece.”

“What?”

“Then I hug Ryan Lochte and squeeze him and I will name him George.”

“God, this has gotten weird.”

“This is Kim Jong-Untimatum! Josh Meyer hang out or Ryan Lochte my prisoner forever.”

“Lemme call the president.”

“Tell Katy call me on Apple Hat.”

“No.”

“Father invent Ryan Lochte.”

DIAL TONE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

Millionaires, And Billionaires, And Babies

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OHMIGOD look how gorgeous you are.

“Thank you for saying so.”

Not you, jackass.

“Gotta admit my skin looks great.”

Can we concentrate on the baby? Where’d you get a baby?

“I got a baby guy.”

That’s not a thing.

“Sure. Guy’s name is Benjamin Babeez. 13-year-old kid from Boca Raton. You need a baby, and he gets you the greatest baby. Kid has great taste in babies.”

I don’t believe this.

“Sometimes, I’ll call and just know what type of baby I want: it’s a Mexican baby kind of day. But a lot of the time, it’s an Omakase deal. Omakase is a Japanese term meaning ‘Feed me the fish that’s about to go bad.'”

I know what it means.

“Kid’s amazing. Gets babies no one else can get you. He was the first to offer Zika babies. They are so hot right now.”

Dude.

“They are literally limited edition.”

CELL PHONE NOISE.

“WHAT? What did I say!?”

You live wrong.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I’m not picking up the phone.”

Pick up the phone.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I’m not picking up the phone.”

PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE, BOY.

“Did the baby do that?”

Yeah. Yeah, the baby did that. and next we’re going to learn that the baby is actually a werebaby, and you’re getting eaten. Pick up the phone.

“I didn’t ask for this.”

You did. You petitioned for a year to join the Dead.

“I meant whatever this is.”

Right, sure.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Fuck you.”

Sure.

“What?”

“Please hold for the President.”

“Well, that’s better than the alternative.”

“I have made America great again, John.”

“Or maybe not. Hey, President Katytuchas.”

“Don’t call me things in Yiddish, John. I have ascended to glory, and realized my true purpose.”

“And that is?”

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“America needs a Queen, John.”

“Don’t you already think you’re the President?”

“All presidents thought they were the President.”

“Yes, but so did the rest of the world. That’s kind of what makes you in charge.”

“I am in charge, John. The nuclear football is safe. Also, I took the nuclear football out of the briefcase it was in and put it in a Birkin bag.”

“Ostrich?”

“No, those are for poor people. Mine are made from puma.”

“Wow.”

“So supple. And now the bag is as deadly as the animal it was made out of.”

“Poetry. Katy?”

“President Mrs. Katy Jean Hudson-Perry-Brand-McKay-Stamos, thank you.”

“I’m not saying that. Can I hazard a guess that you’ve reconnected with Doctor Gary?”

“Hold on, John. Jenkins! Get in here!”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“Do the exposition for Doctor Gary.”

“The two-time Nobel winning chemist with terrifying racial theories and a voracious appetite for shoplifting that was drummed out of the Academy and now pays his massive gambling debts working as a Shaman to the Stars?”

“Yes, him. Good work, Jenkins.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Now get out.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’m the President of the United States, John: I can’t be expected to do the exposition.”

“Jenkins works for you now?”

“Doctor Gary is back, John! I have forgiven him for his many, many sins against me and given him a White House pass.”

“How’s that going?”

“He has moved in.”

“Yeah.”

“There is also something called a “Soup” living in the presidential limo.”

“Ignore him. Katy, you can’t let Doctor Gary live in the White House, if that’s even where you are.”

“I am the Leader of the Free World, John, and I live at 1600 White House Way–”

“Nope.”

“–and I have the Nuclear Birkin Bag, so if I want to let Doctor Gary crash in the Lincoln Bedroom, than that’s my prerogative. Although, he did immediately list the place on Airbnb.”

“Saw that coming.”

“He’s not a bad guy, John. Plus, he has created a new syntheogenadelic, the most American one yet. It’s called Bald Eagle.”

“What is it?”

“A juiced bald eagle. But we add fruit, so they’re like smoothies.”

“And that gets you high?”

“John, we brave spelunkers of consciousness do not ‘get high.’ We traverse the unknown realms of metapscyholinguistics, and perform evolutions of billions of hallucinogenerations in the blink of a dilated eye.”

“High as shit, John.”

“I got that. What’s it like?”

“Bald Eagle? It makes you so patriotic that you’re angry.”

“That is an American high.”

“Sure. By the way, the Russians hacked us again.”

“How many times is that today?”

“Continuously. The hackings were not discrete enough to count as separate entities. It’s been an all-day thing.”

“You should have someone look into that.”

“I do! The guy is working on the computer right now. He looks familiar.”

“Oh, Goddammit.”

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“Who on phone? That Hot Dog Dick?”

“Who I’m speaking to is none of your concern, Mr. Computer Person! Do your job, please.”

“Okay, lady. I need your bank account number and launch code for nuke.”

“John, I have to go.”

“NO, THAT’S KIM-JON–”

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

Two Tub Man

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What are you doing with your life?

“Enjoying technology and sharing my hard-earned secrets to a gleaming cheek and dewy lip.”

You’re a weirdo.

“Do you know I washed my face with soap for years? Years!”

Is that wrong?

“So wrong. What do you wash your face with?”

Irish Spring.

“I don’t even know how to respond to that. I should make you up a starter kit for my regimen.”

Just send the money, and I’ll buy it myself.

“First, you start with the pre-cleanser. I prefer Look by Luc. Great deal, too: 3 ounces for $800.”

Uh-huh.

“Now you’re into the base scrub, and for that you’ll want Dr. Shmuley Boteach’s Multi-Bubble Stubble Trouble. It gets into pores you didn’t know you had, or wanted.”

You don’t say.

“Obviously, you should have removed all of your makeup before you started.”

You wear makeup?

“I have beauty-enhancing creams, powders, and inks professionally applied to my face in the morning.”

Not makeup.

“Makeup’s for ladies. My eyeliner was made specifically for men.”

If you say so.

“It’s called Vampire Body Slam by Max Factor. That’s the manliest phrase I’ve ever heard.”

I’ll give you that.

“If I may continue?”

Yeah, now I’m fascinated by how complicated you’ve made washing your face.

“Great. We’ve pre-cleansed, we’ve cleansed, we’ve patted dry with our Gucci hand towels.”

Gucci makes hand towels?

“If you pay them enough, they’ll make you anything you ask for.”

Sure.

“Some people let their faces air dry, but I find I get distracted by the internet or start soloing. I like to concentrate on the moneymaker.”

What’s next?

“Glad you asked. So many people would moisturize here, but it’s like: what? Right? That’s fuckin’ nuts!”

Those wackadoos.

“Moisturizing is for the whole face, but first you’ve got to target your trouble areas. There’s your T-Zone.”

Right.

“Your B-Zone.”

Okay.

“Your P-Zone.”

That’s a thing Pizza Hut sells.

“Sounds good, order me one. Anyway, then it’s time to apply balms of all sort. I prefer Le Soin Noir by Givenchy, which is a calming balm.”

A calming balm?

“And it’s got some heat to it.”

A warming balm?

“You didn’t realize how much fun washing your face could be, did you?”

I totally didn’t.

“This is awesome. I feel like we’re connecting.”

Me, too. John?

“Yeah?”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I fucking hate you.”

I did not give him your number.

“Well, then: who did?”

CELL PHONE NOISE

Beats me. You should answer that. He just wants to be friends.

“He’s an evil dictator with nukes.”

Don’t judge him like that. He’s an only child.

“Because he had his siblings executed.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

Sure, but he’s never had your siblings executed, has he?

“This not John Mayer’s phone.”

“You no fool me with reverse psychology, Hot Dog Dick. Father invent psychology, then invent reverse psychology right after.”

“How do you keep getting my numbers?

“Only Korea got best hackers.”

“Stop calling.”

“We Facetime?”

“No.”

“We text?”

“No.”

“We sext?”

“No!”

“Come hang. We get bitches and hot tub.”

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“I don’t want to hot tub with you.”

“And bitches.”

“No, thank you.”

“We can hot tub just you and me. I usually not into that, but is different with you.”

“I’m gonna hang up and stop calling me.”

“Explore each other body. Just men together.”

“I hate you.”

“How can be wrong when feel so right, Josh Meyer?”

DIAL TONE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DON’T DO THAT ANY MORE

The Science Of The Deal

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“John, are you kidding me with this interview? Jesus, you’ll talk to any schmuck who sticks a phone in your face.”

“What? I was very articulate and didn’t mention my penis.

“I saw. Very proud of you.”

“I don’t talk about my penis, like, at all in interviews any more.”

“I know, such a good boychik.”

“But I could tell you all about it, if you’d like to hear.”

“Later.”

“Okay.”

“John, you shouldn’t–

“Jennifer Lawrence.”

“–have said…really?”

“She likes ’em tall and douchey.

“That’s an Oscar winner.”

“I know! I’m almost done with my Sexual EGOT.”

“Having sex with women who have won an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony?”

“A Sexual EGOT is…yeah. How’d you do that so fast”

“Again: I am in charge of the music business, and I did not attain the position through nepotism or looks.”

“Sure.”

“Listen, schmendrick: when you say that you want to be in Dead & Company forever, that screws me in the negotiation. Now they know you’re not going to walk, and that reduces my options, which therefore reduces your check.”

“Oh. But I really do want to stay in this band. I love soloing over this music, and the hippies are very nice to me and my penis.”

“Regardless. The alta kockers need you, but you gave away your power. Now you need them. I was two phone calls away from having you own the publishing rights to all the albums.”

“The studio albums?”

“Yeah.”

“Pass.”

“Your loss.”

“What about the other thing? Any headway?”

“It’s coming along.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Irving, is your ring tone me soloing?”

“It is.”

“That is SO sweet of you.”

“I’m not just a manager, John. I’m a fan. Hold on, I gotta take this. I’m gonna walk over there.”

“You’re on with Azoff.”

“Baby Jew! How your wife and my kids?”

“Hey! Stupid Buddha, you lowlife. Your generals kill you in your sleep yet?”

“Banter is best.”

“Banter, right. What?”

“Josh Meyer change number again.”

“Yeah? Okay. I’m sending you the new one, and he’s got a new private e-mail. Sending that, too.”

“You are true friend to Josh Meyer, Baby Jew. You know he belong with Kim Jong-Un.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“True friend. Act out of goodness of heart.”

“That’s me.”

“Cut shit, Azoff. Why you do this?”

“Bored.”

“Okay. I call best friend Josh Meyer later. Maybe kidnap.”

“Later? You’re busy? What the fuck are you doing?”

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“Science, motherfucker.”

“Gotta go.”

“Tell Jackson Browne I big fan.”

“No.”

Is John Mayer A Sherpa?

Let’s examine the evidence:

  • Sherpa live at altitude; John Mayer is very tall.
  • Real name: Gyalzen Norbu.
  • If John Mayer sees a hill, then John Mayer will scamper up that motherfucker.
  • In Edmund Hillary’s climbing journal, he mentions how one of his Sherpas kept receiving phone calls from Kim Jong-Un and changing clothes.
  • Lung capacity equivalent to three scuba tanks.
  • These boots:
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  • Also, Sherpa are obsessed with watches, and always manage to get their wrists in the photo.
  • Speaking of that photo: you see those little bibbley-balls dangling off of JM’s shirt/jacket/kimono/sleeved blanket/whatever?
  • Prayer bibbley-balls.
  • During this summer’s tour, whenever he and Bobby were walking up steps, John Mayer would carry Bobby’s things for him and then charge him $20 grand.
  • Often masturbates to yak porn.
  • Insane grudge against Jon Krakauer.
  • When John Mayer takes his dick out to pee, he invariably screams, “AVALAAAAAANCHE!” at the top of his lungs, and he does it in Nepalese or Tibetan or Yeti or whatever the fuck language Sherpa speak.
  • Demanded the top bunk in every hotel room he and Bobby shared.

Enthusiasts, there can be no question: John Mayer is a Sherpa.

(With thanks to ChadB from the Comment Section who inadvertently kicked off this latest foolishness.)

With A Special Guest Appearance By Garcia

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What are THOOOOOOSE?

“Really?”

What are they?

“Expensive.”

We all assumed. Still, though: what the fuck are those things?

“Moccaboots.”

I see it. Are they suede?

“Better.”

Ultrasuede?

“Better.”

There’s no suede better than ultrasuede.

“Hypersuede.”

Not a thing.

“Oh, yeah. This is the suede that made the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs.”

If you say so. You have lovely posture.

“Me and Mickey had a number of posture-related discussions on the tour.”

Wait, what is this? I thought you were in hiding. And that drones were coming to kill you.

“The drones flew over a Trump rally and were mistaken for black helicopters and shot down.”

Thank God for Trump supporters.

“Right?”

Who you voting for?

“Y’know, Jill Stein and the Greens have some interesting polic–”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“What!?”

This is a two-party system!

“First-past-the-post voting is tyranny!”

CELL PHONE NOISE

A third-party vote is a wasted one!

“It’s my vote, and I’ll waste it if I want!”

You’re right. But you have to live with the consequences of that vote. One of which–

CELL PHONE NOISE

–is answering that phone.

“I hate you.”

Tell it to your bandana.

“Yes?”

“What THOOOOOOOOOSE?”

“I don’t have to put up with this from you, you jumpsuit-wearing soft boy.”

“We banter. Legendary.”

“Stop calling me.”

“You in luck, Hot Dog Dick. I get you man shoes.”

“What?”

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“You like brown or black? We got brown or black. Also white, but white for me. I wear them, go dancing.”

“I don’t want any Only Korean shoes.”

“Feel free on dance floor. Work hard on hair. Work hard on hair, father hit hair.”

“Kim.”

“You like disco dance, Josh Meyer?”

“Kim.”

“We get Molly, go disco dance.”

“Summer of Skank, Josh Meyer.”

“I’m hanging up the phone and not picking it up any more.”

DIAL TONE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Oh, come ON, man.”

“Yeah?”

“Please hold for Andy Garcia.”

“What?”

“Josh Matthews? Andy Garcia, but you can call me Andy Garcia.”

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“What?”

“Let’s discuss acting, really discuss it.”

“What?”

“I love those shoes.”

“What?”

The Face Of A Nation

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What the fuck is this?

“Facial care Snapcast.”

Snapcast?

“Snapchat podcast.”

We’re living in the future, and it’s annoying as hell.

345 bucks?

“It’s got diamonds in it!”

You’re a putz, you know that? Buy some goddamned Neutrogena.

“Then I’d have to get the diamonds separately and mix them in. Time consuming.”

Sure.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I hate you.”

You had to see this coming.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“You sure that’s not your phone?”

No, my ring tone is Garcia soloing.

“Ow.”

Pick up the phone.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Have I told you I hate you?”

Have I told you to pick up the phone?

“Weir here.”

“This not Bob. I know voice. My bro play joke.”

“Not your bro.”

“Kim Jong-Un, Josh Meyer: hang dai.”

“I’ve told you to stop speaking Cantonese, dammit.”

“Ooh, face look good. T-zone is dry. Not shiny. Good face, Josh Meyer. Father invent face.”

“Gee, thanks. I’ve been refining my facial regimen for years now andWAIT A MINUTE.”

“Excellent comedy take, bro.”

“Can you see me? And don’t say ‘Don’t worry about it.'”

“I see my bro.”

“How?”

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“Don’t worry about it.”

“I told you not to say that.”

“You have forehead of a 32-year-old.”

“THANK you! People don’t notice, and it drives meSTOP DOING THAT.”

“Cant help it. So handsome and strong, my bro.”

“This needs to stop.”

“I your number-one fan.”

“Please don’t Misery me.”

“I going to Misery you. You at house or fancy rock star motel?”

“House. SHIT!”

“Okay. We stop for gas, come over.”

“Your submarine runs on gas?”

“Coal.”

“Oh.”

“Is not great submarine. Sometime, Josh Meyer–”

“Please don’t start confessing shit to me.”

“–I just don’t know if Only Korea is best country in world.”

“I don’t care.”

“All our stuff is junk. It gets to you.”

“I truly don’t care.”

“I feel like I can open up to you.”

“You shouldn’t feel that way.”

“We get matching tattoo.”

“No. Well, maybe if the design is really cool.”

CALL WAITING NOISE

“Is that you or me?”

“Only Korea no have Call Waiting yet.”

“Sure.”

CALL WAITING NOISE

“I’m going to take this and not come back.”

“I come to you.”

“Dammit.”

“Weir here.”

“Please hold for the President of the United States.”

“Dammit.”

“John? This is the President.”

“Hi, Katy.”

“Don’t you ‘Hi, Katy’ me. Do you know I’m getting calls from the CIA, the NSA, the FBI, and NASA about your little bromance, John?”

“None of those entities have called you.”

“They have, John. About you. They’re going to send drones after you, John. I’m coordinating the entire operation from the presidential yacht.”

“America hasn’t had a presidential yacht in many years.”

“I bought a new one.”

katy perry yacht bikini

“You named the presidential yacht Sassy?”

USS SASSY. Technically, it’s Navy One when I’m aboard, whether or not I’m in a bikini.”

“You’re very matchy-matchy.”

“You can see me?”

“Don’t worry about it. Katydoodle–”

“Madam Presidentdoodle.”

“–this Kim Jong-Un thing is not my fault. I just want to solo and wear clothes and give my fans skincare tips.”

“What’s done is done, John. The drones are in the air. Maybe you’ll get lucky and they’ll see a wedding full of foreigners on their way to your house and use up all their ammunition.”

“The presidency has changed you.”

“Kissinger was right about many things, John.”

“Wow.”

“Wait. There’s something in the water.”

“A periscope?”

“Looks like.”

SHPLAAAARSH

KREEEEEEEEEEEEEKLANG

“A submarine just surfaced and the hatch opened, John.”

“The sound effects were obvious.”

“Hey! Big Boobies! It Kim Jong-Un!”

“Kim! Hey! You won’t believe–”

“Don’t tell him it’s me!”

“–who I’m on the phone with.”

“Goddammit.”

Ineluctable Modality Of The Risible

jm bob saget blonde

James Joyce wrote a letter to Bertrand Russell, because all famous people know each other, in which he stated that one of his reasons for writing Ulysses was so that if Dublin were to be destroyed by an atom bomb like the one recently used in Hiroshima, “…it would be possible to rebuild the entire city, brick by brick[.]”*

This photo is like Ulysses, but for Los Angeles. When it slides into the ocean, everything we need to know to rebuild is contained in this picture.

*That part of the quote is famous, but not so much the line that follows, “Though God alone knows why anyone would want to. The place is a shithole.”

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