Thoughts On The Dead

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

The James Gang

“I’d like you to meet my son.”

Not your son, Bobby.

“We’ve got the same beard.”

You don’t.

“Well, he’s already in the will, so it’s a moot point now. What, uh, is his name?”

Jim James.

“Nah.”

Swear.

“If I told you my name was Bobby Roberts, what would you say?”

Fake news.

“There you go. Have you, uh, met my nipple?”

I haven’t.

“Brought the little guy out with me today. He gets all cooped up sometimes.”

Sure

“Besides, I wanted my nipple to meet my son.”

Right.

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    September 12, 2017 at 8:15 pm

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