Thoughts On The Dead

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

Summer’s Here And The Time Is Right For…

“Rando War.”

GodDAMMIT, no. C’mon, Bobby. Don’t do this.

“Listen, man: Grateful Deads are cyclical beasts. We’re like cicadas.”

You’re pronouncing that wrong.

“No, Garcia pronounced it wrong. I say it right.”

Bobby, please don’t start another Rando War.

“Don’t think of it like that.”

How should I think of it?

“Like the last Rando War never ended.”

Eisenhower warned us about the Rando-Industrial Complex.

“Lot of jobs depend on this happening. It’s realpolitik.”

Randpolitik.

“Both. My advice, you know, is to start profiteering immediately.”

I’ve heard worse advice.

“I’ve given worse advice.”

“Rando War?”

Don’t you have a Shipoopi number to write?

“Musicals write themselves.”

They don’t.

“My rando is taller than Bobby’s. Point: Chimenti.”

Is that how this works?

“Maybe.”

“But my rando has a giant hat!”

Aw, come on.

“Look at this fucker’s big hat!”

It’s a sizable chapeau.

“Game on, motherfucker.”

RANDO WAR IS NOT A GAME, JOSH MEYERS!

“You didn’t need to yell.”

It’s D-Day. You have some respect on D-Day.

“Sorry.”

Yes, you are.

2 Comments

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    June 7, 2017 at 9:20 am

    i think Bobby’s got them beat. his Rando has a Toffee Fetish.

  2. Why “no coffee on stage”?

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