Hey, Bobby. Put your nipple away.
“He’s, uh, on vacation, too.”
True. Whatcha doing?
“Puzzling at this fellow’s choice of beach-footwear.”
I probably wouldn’t go with a loafer.
“Gotta let the dogs out when you’re on vacation.”
He’s not on vacation, Bobby. He’s at work.
“I kinda am, too.”
Not that you’d know it. What happened with the livestream?
“It’s better now. I started taking palmetto root.”
Not that stream. I’m talking about the webcast.
“Exterminators took care of that.”
The internet, Bobby. They usually play your shows on the internet.
“Do they now? Wow. 21st century, huh?”
The stream on Thursday night was shitty to the point of people complaining, and then nugs.net canceled tonight’s ‘cast without much of an explanation.
Any idea what happened?
“Rebels in the hills?”
There are no rebels in the hills, Bobby. You’re on the Mayan Riviera.
“Weird how the Mayans named their coast something French.”
What I’m hearing is that you have no idea what happened.
“In my defense, there’s, like, eight layers of people that bullshit has to flow through before I get involved.”
True. Follow the rules of water safety.
“Always assume the boat is loaded, and keep your finger off the rudder.”