Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Oh, no.
“I’m, uh, in Flavortown.”
Run, Bobby, run.
“I can’t. There’s just so much flavor.”
Ignore the flavor, Bobby!
“There’s Donkey Sauce everywhere, and it is assumed you want extra cheese.”
That’s definitely Flavortown.
“I enjoyed Funkytown much more, if I’m honest.”
Is that a Red Hot Chili Pepper?
“I believe so.”
Yeah, the Chili Peppers are the house band of Flavortown.
“He keeps asking to borrow a sock.”
Do not lend him a sock, Bobby.
Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Vacation. All I ever wanted.”
Yeah?
“Happy to get away.”
This is Hawaii?
“If not, then Taj’s hand gesture is inappropriate.”
Wow, Taj Mahal.
“He’s smaller in person.”
You talking about the guy or the building, Bobby?
“Yup.”
You’re playing a show while you’re there, right?
“Well, yeah. You bet. Best kind of vacation is one someone else pays for.”
Got that right. Where you playing?
“Private party for some billionaire.”
Rock and roll.
“Neither of my daughters’ colleges accept teenage rebellion and principled stands against The Man as tuition.”
You’re not wrong. Isn’t Phil on Hawaii, too?
“Different island.”
And you’re playing with Billy?
“Yup.”
Anyone call Mickey?
“Nope.”
Have a good time, Bob.
“Always.”
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