
Billy wanted to smoke the joint in public, so people knew that he enjoyed marijuana.
Also: Trixie does not trust any of the sketchy fuckers in this place and chose to bring her purse onstage with her.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Billy wanted to smoke the joint in public, so people knew that he enjoyed marijuana.
Also: Trixie does not trust any of the sketchy fuckers in this place and chose to bring her purse onstage with her.

“Annabelle!”
“That’s my sister.”
“Fifi!”
“Close, but no.”
“Otis?”
“That was Bobby’s dog, Mickey.”
“Are you Jeff Chimenti?”
“Stop looking at my hair and look at my face, Mickey.”
“Okay.”
…
“You’re too short to be Bill Walton.”
“Good talk, Uncle Mick.”

Everyone would make a deal with the Devil. Everybody’s got that one thing. Lady across the street would sign her soul over for power; man on the bench would do it for money.
Trixie would sell her soul to not have to stand next to white guys pontificating about her father any more.

Immediately before this picture was taken, Cutler secretly dosed Trixie but, you know: she was cool with it.
…
…
Chewbacca?
“No, it’s me. Bill Walton.”
Oh, thank God. I thought someone had shaved a Wookiee.
“No, this is how I look. Y’know, I auditioned for that part, Chewie, for the original film.”
Really? Why didn’t you get it?
“Shattered my left tibia putting on the costume.”
You truly were hampered by injuries.
“I’m more machine than man, now.”
Sure. Mrs. Donna Jean, you look lovely.
“A woman’s beauty is God’s gift to the world.”
What about ugly women?
“They are the Devil’s bear trap.”
Good talk. Hi, Trix–
“Restraining order says you can’t have conversations with photographs of me.”
Seems kind of meta to put in a legal document.
“And, yet: here we are.”
The Robin Hood Foundation is most likely a wonderful charity. It’s been around for a while and none of the first three Google search-pages about them contain the phrase “CEO fled the country under cover of darkness.” That’s a plus.
But the Rex Foundation still needs your money, too, and is run by Trixie Garcia. This makes it better.
“That’s the waiter, Billy.”
“And who the fuck are you?”
“Trixie, Billy. You have known me literally my entire life.”
“And who the fuck is that?”
“That’s Benjy, Bill.”
“Benjy?”
SHH-shh-shh-SHMLURF
“Ack. Ack. Ack.”
“And what the fuck did I just do?”
“You ninja-tossed your steak knife into Benjy’s neck.”
“Ack. Ack.”
FLUMPF
“What the fuck just happened?”
“Benjy died. You killed Benjy again.”
…
“Do they have tater tots here?
“Almost certainly not.”
“Are you my current wife?”
“Almost definitely not.”
What have we learned?
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