You’re white again?
“Had to switch back, man. I got pulled over nine times in an afternoon.”
“I wasn’t anywhere near a car.”
Yup. So, uh, why is there a picture of a horse crudely taped to your bass drum?
“Skank sees horse, skank thinks dick.”
“Skank has a simple thought process. Salt of the earth. Know what needs salt on it?”
“Meat. Specifically, mine.”
Don’t you have any other topics of conversation?
“I once punched both Gumbels in the dick.”
I’d almost rather talk about skank.
“Speaking of meat, you can find prime skank at the butcher’s shop.”
Like, ordering something in particular?
“Nah, not in the store. Out back feeding the stray cats. That’s choice skank right there, but you gotta watch out for toxoplasmosis. Then once you bang her, you can shit in a litter box.”
“And that’s what America means to me.”
We’re done. Wait: who’s the chair for?
Now we’re done.