“Do we have any milk crates, Parish?”
“The plastic ones?”
No, the old, heavy wooden ones prone to splintering and turning into wooden knives.”
“I could get some. Why?”
“Gonna stack ’em up.”
“You got it, Precarious.”
“And get some fireworks while you’re at the store.”
bob weirjerry garciaprecarious lee
December 8, 2015 at 3:49 pm
Big fan of all denim Jerry. Are there skeleton legs dangling above the crates?
December 8, 2015 at 4:51 pm
I was just about to ask that too, Spencer, until I saw your comment. They do indeed look like skeleton legs!
Bob brought the fuckin’ potato salad on this tour.
December 8, 2015 at 5:07 pm
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