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Bobby’s Got Spirit, How ‘Bout You?

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“Bob, I’m sorry we had to throw your sister-in-law out.”

“Oh, hey, no: if she doesn’t get escorted from at least two premises a day, she feels lazy.”

“Oh, good. Looking forward to your speech.”

“It’s a doozy. Me and Barlow figured it out, then we called an actor from Battlestar Galactica. Thing practically wrote itself.”

“Great.”

“Oh, yeah, so: how’s the, uh, security in this joint?”

“What do you mean, Bob? Oh, God: terrorism? Are you worried about terrorism? Is it terrorism?”

“No, no, no, no, no. I just have a feeling there’s gonna be some special guests.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Bob?”

AM I LATE FOR THE AWARD PRESENTATION? I AM SO PROUD OF DADDY BOBBY.

“Don’t call me that, Wally.”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT, DADDY BOBBY.

“Excuse me: what the fuck is going on? Is that the Wall of Sound?”

HELLO, RANDO. DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO SPEAK ABOUT THE UPCOMING ELECTION?

“Uh, yeah. He came to life and…y’know what? Lemme do this speech.”

YOU MAY GIVE YOUR SPEECH THROUGH ME.

“Ah. Yeah? Huh. Gonna pass, buddy. Vocals ain’t your strong suit.”

IT HURTS ME WHEN YOU MIDRANGE-SHAME ME.

“Shh. Speech.”

4 Comments

  1. Bob Weir midrange shaming?

  2. “Vocals ain’t your strong suit.” Classic. Also, once again I am ashamed at myself for knowing enough to get this joke.

    • Wish I had that problem. That’s what I get for going to some shows in the 80’s, but never getting into the culture. I don’t understand most of what these posts. Ya’ ask someone to explain what the heck you’re reading – nothing. So I just assume Mr. ToTD loves the Dead’s music, but has contempt the people who made it, and uses this blog as a means to poke ’em with a virtual stick.

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