“Oh, hey. Noticed that the kids these days are eating each others’ butts like there’s no tomorrow.”
Butts are big.
“Munching away. NOMNOMNOMASSASSASS.”
Please, Bill Walton: never make those noises again in public.
“It’s wild, my friend. Do you know that when I began my career at UCLA under the great Coach Wooden, doggy-style hadn’t been invented yet?”
That’s not true.
“My junior year, I ate some shrooms with Elvin Bishop and he told me how it worked. And now everyone’s wearing each others’ asses as catcher’s masks. Weird world.”
“Later, I’m gonna chow down on Rapunzel here’s back porch like a set-break taco.”