
“Y’know, Bob: I took quite a bit of acid in my day.”
…
“You’re adorable.”
“VEGETARIANISM IS A COMPROMISE WITH THE CHEESE DEVIL!”
“Have you met my sister-in-law, Lillan Monster?”
“Monsters? Gronks? What the hell is going on?”
“Y’got a little too close to a Grateful Dead, Yoko–”
“I’m begging you to stop calling me that.”
“–and things get off the rails quick.”
“Well, Bob, you know: Beatles were awful weird, too. Things got strange.”
“Seriously: you’re adorable.”
“We went to India.”
“We owned an Indian. It turned out, you know, that he was a Catholic guy from Rhode Island, but the intent was there.”
“A woman broke up the Beatles.”
“A sound system broke up the Dead.”
“We let Billy Preston into the band.”
“Yeah, that was a British thing. See, Americans had met black people before, so they weren’t impressed with his little Afro wig and his grin.”
“That was harsh, Bob.”
“Don’t get me started on Billy Preston, man. Long history there.”
“Okay, okay.”
MRONCH MRONCH MRONCH
…
“Bob, did the Gronk just eat my bass player?”
“Yeah, uh-huh.”
“That’s not vegetarian.”
“The opposite.”






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