“Get in my bus!”

I don’t know, Bill Walton.

“Ya gotta. Bus comes by and you get on.”

I know the lyric. It’s just that I don’t think you know how to drive that thing.

“How hard could it be?”

Hard. Pretty hard. It’s a ten-ton, 40-foot vehicle.

“Don’t worry so much. Jump in. We’ll go to Funkytown.”

That isn’t a real place.

“This isn’t a real conversation.”


“Funkytown has the best Thai food in the world. I don’t know what makes Thai food funkier than other cuisines, but it must be, because that’s where you have to go. C’mon, get in my bus and we’ll go to Funkytown for Thai food.”

I don’t want to do this anymore.

“Then we’ll go to a dance club and talk to girls.”

I don’t go to dance clubs.

“Every club I go to is a dance club.”