Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

And Feeling Fine


Hey, Billy. Who’s a birthday boy?

“I am.”

Who is?

“I am.”

You’re adorable.

“Punched 69 dicks.”

Not as adorable.

“One of ’em was Phil’s”

So, between the book and this, you’re just trying to make him stab you, huh?

“Yup. Hey: you ever gonna talk about my book? C’mon, pal: sell a couple units for ol’ Uncle Billy.”

I’m getting to it.

“I’ll get to your dick.”



–ching, right?


1 Comment

  1. my book came yesterday. It comes with an auto dick punch that happens when you first open the cover…
    don’t say I didn’t warn you

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