“Put me down, man.”
I know that voice.
“It’s me, man.”
Soup? Are you living in Bill Walton’s comically oversized Christmas stocking?
“It’s cozy in here. And all the oranges I can eat, man.”
That’s good for your scurvy.
“My gums are the pinkest they’ve ever been, man.”
Does Bill Walton know you’re in there?
“Shit, yeah, man. I know Big Bill since forever, man. I used to live in his van.”
I remember that.
“Big Bill’s good people, man.”
He is. Merry Christmas, Soup.
“Back atcha. I’m glad we can finally say ‘Merry Christmas’ again, man.”
Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’re on that Fox News ‘War on Christmas’ bullshit.
“No, man. I meant since last December. You say ‘Merry Christmas’ for, like, eleven-and-a-half months out of the year, and people think you’re nuts, man.”
Never change, buddy.
“I only got one set of clothes, man.”