Thoughts On The Dead

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

Bob And Circumstance

Hey, Bobby. Nice tie.

“I’m graduating from high school!”

You’re pushing 70.

“Well, you know: it’s one of those honorary things. I got thrown out of the dump for smoking doobies in the chemistry lab.”

But, now that you’re a big fancy-pants…

“Welcome back, Favorite Son. Right, yeah. Way of the world.”

You don’t have much formal education, do you?

“Well, I dropped out of school at 16 to join the circus. And, you know: it wasn’t like I was a real scholar before that, either. Couldn’t read a lick. Dyslexia, you know the story.”


“Later on, I got a lot of knowledge by helping out stone-cold teen foxes with their homework in between bangings.”

Y’don’t say.

“Threw out your back tying your shoes?”


“Wanna make fun of my sandals, jackass?”


“Thought so.”

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