Garcia wasn’t a violent man, but if he were alive to see all this ironic beard growing, he would be taking dickpunching lessons from Billy.
An interesting lesson for all of us in lighting and composition and the like: under favorable conditions, Billy can be the handsome elder statesman we all profess publicly to wishing that he were.
Secretly, however, most of us are happy Uncle Billy’s still the craziest, sweatiest fuck south of a polar bear’s dick.
You looked to see whether Bobby was protecting his dick, didn’t you?
I’M IN YOUR HEAD NOW, MOTHERFUCKER.
In the dictionary, next to dickpunching, there is nothing. Because dickpunching’s not in there: it’s not a word and you know that. Any dictionary, in fact, that does contain the word dickpunching is neither to be trusted nor trifled with and should be thrown as hard as possible at the nearest infirm relative or family friend.
But if it were there…