Hey, Bobby. Look at you.
“Went where the weather suited my trousers.”
If there’s any place in the world those pants are appropriate, it’s a Mexican resort.
“You bet.”
Do this again next year?
“Might be a problem. New Brent didn’t get back across the border.”
Jeff Chimenti is his name.
“There’s no ‘J’ sound in Spanish, so he’s probably gonna have to change it.”
Why can’t he come back?
“He’s been classified as both a drug kingpin and a Syrian.”
Wow. I didn’t know you could be declared a Syrian.
“We’re learning a lot about civics lately.”
Hey, Garcia Tee-Shirt.
“Hey, man.”
Is the guy on the left the same guy who sang back-up for whatever the Bunch of Guys Who Used To Be In The Grateful Dead were calling themselves when they had the Guy From The Band Made up Of People Who Wished They Were In The Grateful Dead playing guitar with them?
Jeff Pehrson? No, this is the guy from Widespread Buttcheeks.
Also, freaky that Bobby is looking directly into the camera when it’s probably a sea of them out there.
Also, did Creepy Ernie have a sale on black t-shirts?