“Yes, yes, YES: I’m BOBBY and I’m a rock STAAAAAAR and I’m leaping to the front of the stage where I think they want it, I know they want it, I feel they want it GIVE IT TO ‘EM, that’s the potato salad they paid for, Bobby.”
February 3, 2015 at 10:05 pm
Good God. The things that cannot be unseen…
February 3, 2015 at 10:25 pm
This feels like he had waited all of his life, and endured a lot of “To Lay Me Down”‘s for that moment. Or moments like that.
February 3, 2015 at 11:03 pm
“Potato salad ‘taint what they want Weir, taint is what they want, asshole.”
February 4, 2015 at 3:10 pm
was that a prance?
February 4, 2015 at 6:58 pm
I made fun of the man back in the day. But dammit, I miss energetic Bobby.
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