Thoughts On The Dead

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

Nuke It From Orbit

bob weir

Hey, Bobby. How you–

“POTATO SALAD TIME!”

Yeah, huh?

“Right? You were too busy admiring the ‘Tater to notice whatever’s going on with my collar.”

Holy guacamole, what fresh hell is hanging around your neck, man?

“No idea. Best I can figure is that it’s someone’s conception of what we’ll be wearing in the future.”

Like Paul Reiser’s suits in Aliens?

“Exactly like that, yeah. But less Jewish.”

Naturally.

2 Comments

  1. Sir Luther Van Baconson

    March 2, 2015 at 4:40 pm

    bobby’d do well to take a page from the LBJ playbook & phone the Haggar people

  2. Good lord, that’s a full on Camel Toe. I didn’t even know men could have Camel Toes. All of a sudden I feel woefully inadequate.

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