Thoughts On The Dead

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

Fish Skank

“Thoughts on my Ass!”

Love that nickname. Whatcha doing?

“Fishing for skank!”

I don’t understand.

“The skank puts a ticket in the bowl, and I select my skank for the evening. Or afternoon. Or skanks. Whatever.”

So, there aren’t really rules, per se.

“I’m gonna stick this bowl on a fat chick’s boobie. That’s kind of a rule. I mean, I always do it.”

Right. How was Mexico?

“La skanka.”

Nice.

“Little disappointing. I always bang the maid, y’know? I go down there and figure it’s somewhere exotic; maid’s still Mexican.”

So many things wrong with that statement that the racism isn’t the worst part.

“Fingered a dolphin’s blowhole.”

Ew.

“It was a girl dolphin.”

Doesn’t matter.

“Sure it does: Billy Kreutzmann doesn’t go gay for dolphins.”

Sure.

“I mostly stuck to fan skank, though. Gave a third-grade teacher from Sheboygan a Mayan Civilization.”

“Gave her a Mayan Civilization.”

“Gave her–”

What’s a Mayan Civilization?

“I climaxed and disappeared without a trace.”

We’re done.

1 Comment

  1. that’s fuckin quality work right there

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