Thoughts On The Dead

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

Posing, Posing With The Band

bobby-phish-posing

“He is not a Phish, Trey.”

“No, Page. Just sitting in for one night.”

“And when he leaves, you will stay?”

“Yes, buddy.”

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

“No, we’re both going to sleep in our own rooms with our wives.”

“She does things to me.”

“She’s supposed to, Pagey.”

“She tickles my button until I make shame on myself.”

“Love ya, buddy.”

“Oh, I love you so much, Trey. Trey?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Where is the smelly lady?”

“On the end in the sunglasses.”

“No, that is a smelly man.”

“Same person, buddy.”

“Men are not ladies, Trey. That’s what makes them men. And their buttons.”

“Bob?”

“Troy?”

“That trade deal still on the table?”

“I’m gonna keep you in suspense.”

“Great.”

5 Comments

  1. The Central Shaft

    October 20, 2016 at 9:37 pm

    I’m gonna have to throw the penalty flag here. You can be buddies with the Red Rocker, but you can’t wear a gottdam Chickenfoot t-shirt.

  2. If a man among you got no sin upon his hand, etc etc

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