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Bob Can’t Pretend A Rando Is A Long-Awaited Friend

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Watch your dick, Bobby.

“Rando on the right or left?”

Right.

“Your right or my right?”

Stage right.

“Your stage right or my stage right?”

There’s only one stage right.

“Sure, but ‘Where’s the stage?’ is what I’m saying.”

Hatless.

“Ah. Yeah, he’s going for it.”

He’s got ideas.

“Maybe a quick honk.”

He looks nervous.

“Like he’s been thinking about what he’s going to do for a while.”

You need a Parish, Bobby. This fucker would have been in a ditch somewhere already.

“Yeah, probably.”

“Beardo’s got his hand on my butt.”

Leave this photo-op, Bobby!

“Yup, yup.”

3 Comments

  1. Pretty sure the one on in the hat is world renowned thespian/crooner Joey Fatone..

  2. Nice. Managed to work Rush into this.

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    August 21, 2016 at 11:52 am

    ♬what do you do when you’re Rando, and you know you’re a man………♬

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