“I heard there was a Rando War going on.”
I really hoped this would have blown over by now.
“I got one, too!”
Mickey, that’s not a rando. That’s Carlos Santana.
…
“Yup, yeah. I see it now.”
Please don’t say–
“Thought it was one of Phil’s busboys.”
–anything racist. Like that.
“Gimme a sec. I got randos coming out of my ass.”
Ew.
“Rando!”
The opposite.
“Not a rando?”
I thought you were deaf. Are you blind, too?
…
“This is not a rando.”
No.
“It’s Steven Spielberg.”
Close enough.
“I can do better.”
But you don’t have to.
“Found one!”
That’s Garcia.
“Dammit.”
You’re awful at this game.
“Sure, but look at all the famous people I know.”
Yeah, okay.
Jesus Christ, did Garcia ever bathe? I just did a bunch of work on my bike and my hands are cleaner than that.
Somewhat related: apparently some of the guys in Motely Crue once had a contest to see who could go the longest without a shower and still get Stone Cold foxes to bang them. It went on for weeks. Weeks.
I love Motley Crue now.
I hope that Mickey’s jacket is made of faux Ewok fur?