Thoughts On The Dead

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

Once You See Him

woodstock couple guy

Hey, gorgeous.

“Oh, hello. Danke. Ja, Ich bin hot und bra-less.”

Not you.

“Me?”

Absolutely not. Nice afro, though.

“You talking to me?”

This picture’s all about you, Redshirt.

“Um, thanks? Nice and all, but I really don’t–”

SHHH. Don’t talk. Just stand there and look dumb.

“This is weird.”

I would totally rather have you on my face than VR goggles.

“I don’t know what that means.”

Oh, really? Why?

“This is Woodstock. It’s the past”

Huh. What year?

“’69.”

Ahhhhh, yeah.

“Okay, I’m gonna go.”

And I’m gonna watch you walk away, you beefcake.

“Don’t talk to me.”

Y’know, you hippies had an awfully circumscribed definition of “free love.”

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    March 20, 2016 at 3:00 am

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