Thoughts On The Dead

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

Mickey’s Monkeys

“Look what Phil got me for Christmas!”

Human shield?

“Mickey’s making it through the next four years, man.”

I need the Grateful Dead to stop kidnapping or buying or stealing children to make into human shields.

“Jesus. You’re a downer. “Don’t buy monks, don’t buy midgets, don’t buy children.’ Who can I buy?”

No one. You cannot purchase humans.

“Even foreigners?”

Foreigners are legally human.

“Really?”

Yes.

“Always?”

Maybe not Belgians.

“Well, I wouldn’t even want to buy a Belgian. You know how much the VAT is on ’em?”

No.

“And so many safety regulations.”

Give the children back to their parents.

“I dosed their parents.”

Dammit, Mick.

1 Comment

  1. Even Wavy Gravy got pissed when the tripping Grateful Deads would Crash Camp Winnarainbow.

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