Thoughts On The Dead

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

Number Fifty In Your Programs, Number Two In Your Hearts

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Mickey, can you come with us, please?

“What?”

We have reason to believe that have violated the NFL’s policy about performance-enhancing drugs.

“Marijuana is not a performance-enhancing drug.”

It is if you’re in the Grateful Dead, man: get in the bathroom.

“Fuck. Ok. Gimme a minute or two.”

Are you trying to cheat the test, Mickey?

“No! My prostate’s the size of a conga drum.”

Is everything about drums with you?

“Yeah. You didn’t know that.”

No, I knew it; I just never saw it in action before.

“Welcome to my world.”

8 Comments

  1. Not related to this post, but while Mr. TotD is deservedly gaining media accolades, he has not been forgotten by the ‘true’ followers… None other than Jerry Garcia’s Middle Finger gives a shout out:

    http://jgmf.blogspot.com/2015/06/reading-notes-dupree-1974.html

    “As the Thoughts On The Dead guy might say, Billy looks like he wants to kick some dicks”.

    Now THAT’S a brush with greatness. Happy in between Fare Thee Well shows everyone.

    P.S. Isn’t the lyric Fare YOU Well?

  2. Robin Russell

    June 30, 2015 at 7:11 pm

    “fare thee well, my honey; fare thee well my only true one”

    Brokedown Palace

  3. …I love you more than words can tell.

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