Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

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Fade To Black Peter

He can’t be in the band. The rhythm’s wobbly enough as it is.

“Who? Phil Collins?”

That’s not Phil Collins, Bobby.

“Tiny, cranky, plays the drums. Sounds like Phil Collins to me.”

No. That’s Lars Ulrich from Metallica.

“Ah. One of those Heavy Mental bands.”

The big one. Pretty much the Dead of Metal.

“How so?”

Only made two good albums, but they’ve been around forever. Made most of their money from merch. Their new bass player is ethnic.

“That does sound like us.”

Bobby, I gotta say that your wife–

“Natasha Monster.”

–looks spectacular. What’s her secret?

“She’s 30 years younger than me.”

That’ll do it.

Mick, Dick, Prick

“Simmer down, Mick.”

“No! I’m gonna fuck this cheesy Danish up!”

“Nice one.”

OR

Billy has completed his transformation into Richard Harris as Marcus Aurelius.

OR

“Shit, Larry, I’m impressed.”

“Lars.”

“It takes two of us to fuck up the time as well as you do all by yourself.”

OR

“Pull my finger.”

“I’m not pulling your fing–”

“I’ll do it, Mick!”

PFFFFFFT

“Windy one.”

“I had Bok Choy for dinner.”

OR

“You owe me money, fucker.”

“I’ve never borrowed money from you, Mickey.”

“I know. I didn’t say that. I bought Lulu. You owe me money.”

OR

“Hey, remember that movie you guys made where the only guy who wasn’t a complete asshole wasn’t in the band anymore?”