Thoughts On The Dead

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

Mitt, Mick

Hey, Bill Walton. Whatcha doing?

“Mitts up on defense!”

Sure. What are those things?

“They’re clearly labeled.”

Why do you need them?

“Why do we need the sun?”

Not a great analogy.

“Sun provides warmth; so do Turbotits.”

Nope.

“Teriyakimynx.”

Wow.

“Whatever they’re called, they’re wonderful. Just the best giant blue heating/cooling therapy mittens I’ve ever owned.”

How many have you owned?

“These are the first.”

Sure. Does Mickey have a pair?

“Oh, yeah. He’s gonna play ’em during China>Rider tonight.”

Of course.

2 Comments

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    July 12, 2017 at 9:30 am

    [scribble]

    Sorry, TOTD, too easy.

  2. drums featured Walton and his duck mitts…

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