Thoughts On The Dead

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

Say Hey, Mickey

Hey, Mickey.

“I got a new hat, too!”

You did. It’s spiffy.

“Thank you. I yoinked it.”

From where?

“The mall.”

Mickey, that’s not yoinking. That’s just shoplifting.

“Semantics are for lawyers. I’m a drummer. I see a hat I like, I yoink the hat. You think Billy paid for his?”

Oh, of course not. Billy hasn’t paid for anything since 1967.

“The man charges his tuggers back to the band. Plus, he shakes Black Phil down for his per diem.”

Oteil. The man’s name is Oteil.

“I don’t think that’s right.”

Let’s move past it. You all ready for the tour?

“Fuck, yeah. Been ready since…since…”

The last tour ended?

“About there, yeah.”

Got everything all packed up?

“Yup. 20 cases of chewing gum.”

Sure.

“You’ll like this. In addition to the clogs, I will also be playing galoshes this tour.”

Wow. What song.

“It’s a surprise.”

Okay.

“I have a number of hats to troll Bobby with.”

Oh, not just the sailor’s hat this time?

“I’ve gone bigger. To show my dislike of Lost Sailor, I will be donning an old-fashioned diving helmet this tour.”

Sounds right.

“And I’ve got a little striped engineer’s cap for Casey Jones.”

You’re all set.

“Tour!”

Go get ’em, tiger.

4 Comments

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    November 11, 2017 at 3:38 pm

    “um, uh…….I’d just like to say a few things, man. Yoinking aka stealing hats is not where it’s at……..what I’m trying to say is there’s gonna be free hats in the park later this afternoon.”

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