Jeff Chimenti is whispering to Billy, “Sun’s going down, big guy. You’re getting real tired.”
OR
Is that a Real Housewife? If so, from which program/location? Whose flag does this Real Housewife pose under?
OR
When Josh stands in the middle, he looks like he’s the tall candle in a menorah.
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Mickey is befuddled; he has been thoroughly fuddled. Mickey has gone through the process of fuddling.
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Josh.
“Don’t call me that in front of the band.”
They’re the ones who called you that in the first place.
“What?”
You grabbing ass?
“No.”
Dude.
“No.”
Duuuuuuude.
“No.”
…
…
…
Dude.
“I’m grabbing ass.”
I knew it! I knew it, you grabasstic sumbitch!
“When you’re famous, they just let you do it.”
There’s my guy.
OR
Is there a wind machine? This is a fancy party, indeed, if there’s a wind machine on the blue carpet. (Blue for the oceans. Nowadays, the red carpet can be whatever color you want it to be, which I despise. A blue red carpet is self-contradictory, like vegan beef jerky. We don’t need forced diversity in carpets, Hollywood.)
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Bobby?
“Yuh-huh?”
You furious?
“Yuh-huh.”
Any reason?
“I’ll kill you, boy.”
All right, then. But what about here?
“I’m in a better mood here.”
Looks like it. What was all that before about? You frightened me, Bobert Weir.
“God bless ’em, but the randos get to you. 53 years of randos. Y’know, think about it: who in show business has been exposed to more rand than me? Maybe Duke Ellington. He, uh, played until he was 106 years old.”
Not true.
“His trombonist was 98. He could still blow.”
You are exaggerating.
“Okay, fine, yes. Get, uh, get the musicians off the greens, please. And, uh, bring Mr. Gleason another carton of Pall Malls.”
“Kind of you, Mr. President. I were you? I would’ve shot those hippies.”
“Y’know, Gleason, you’re right. Bebe? Where’s Bebe? Someone get Rebozo and tell him to bring his pistols.”
Excuse me. Excuse me, President Nixon. Mr. Gleason. What is going on here?
“You, uh, couldn’t come up with an ending to the post.”
“Terrible. You’ll never make it in show biz, kid.”
what a name, bebe rebozo.
Oteil in the second photo clearly makes everyone happier.
Except Josh, ’cause some dude is blocking the ass grab avenue.
I told everyone to lean into the wind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHotQdfnIq0
and Harry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBdc6EOT3YY
Is that a coatimundi silhouette on Nixon’s shirt?
Am I among close enough friends to admit that I admire Nixon’s outfit?
Who had the clout to make Josh dress like a regular person?
Oh and there is lipstick on Oteil’s face.
Someone went in for a kiss and he ducked like a 7 year old nephew and she caught him sideways on the cheek.
who be the wimmen?
alligator. yes, our ‘tricky dick’ was a secret dead head. more like a secret pigpen fan. we would send him tapes once in a while, and all he would say is ‘just the pigpen, send me just the pigpen tunes!’.
I could see that,
I could see Nixon telling the burglars to get there hands out of there pockets and steal some files.