“Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Mickey: what are you wearing?”
“What everybody else is wearing.”
“Everybody else is 25. You look like a schmuck.”
“I look cool and youthful.”
“You look like you’re gonna drive your choo-choo train home.”
“You’re just jealous of all the poontang I’m gonna get.”
…
“Whaddya think’s more important: the poon or the tang?”
“Well, poon’s first in the word, plus you have to do poon first.”
“Sure.”
“If you go tang-to-poon, there’s gonna be an infection.”
“Never go tang-to-poon.”
…
“Bill?”
“Yeah, Mick?”
“What are we doing here?”
“Playing with Disco Biscuits.”
“Simply triscuits?”
“Disco Biscuits.”
“Risky Business? The movie?”
“Watch my lips, Mickey: disco. Like the dancing. John Travolta and Studio 54. D-I-S-C-O.”
“Disco.”
“Good. Biscuits! Biscuits!”
“The Disco Biscuits.”
“Right.”
…
“That’s a terrible name. How’s their music?”
“Best way to describe it is: Music to decide to go to rehab by.”
“Okay. They paying us?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“We get the check?”
“Shit, yeah.”
“Let’s go jam, then.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Decide to go to rehab, bye!! That’s gold
Way, WAAAAAYYYY better than “Hat’s All, Folks”. What kind of amateur came up with that anyway?
I thought it was pretty funny that Mickey (read: Mickey’s Socials Handler) added “Fashions by Castro Arafat.” to his Facebook post of this pick. Well played.