“Thoughts on my Ass!”
You look happy.
“Course. Looking at the kid.”
Oh, that’s nice. You two have developed a friendship.
“Nah, fuck that. Every time I see him, I get an enormous check.”
“And usually a tugger. Not from him, but once from him. Didn’t like it. Kid’s got some paws on him. Made my drumstick look like a chopstick.”
I’m so glad tour has started.
“Here’s some advice: if you wanna think your cock is huge, get a midget to stroke you off.”
Can we talk about anything else?
“We’ve talked about money and skank. What else is there?”
What was that?
“We’re in the middle of a song.”
I don’t get it.
“Tempos are so slow that I only have to hit my drums, like, once every 20 seconds.”
“Sometimes I run down to the casino between beats and make a bet or two.”
What game do you play?
“No game. The bet is how long I can wander around with my dick out before security tosses me.”
Do you win?
“Of course. Everyone has to look at my dick. That’s a solid victory.”
Nice to have you back, Billy.
“Yeah, I’m the shit.”