Thoughts On The Dead

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

The Pizza Tapes?

What is going on?

“Got hungry.”

In the middle of a show?

“Well, uh, racecar drivers fuel up in the middle of a race.”

That’s different.

“How?”

Somehow.

“And, you know, I’m gonna share. Drummers can split a slice.”

Mighty white of you, Bobby.

“I have often been described as ‘white,’ yeah.”

What’s the topping situation?

“That’s actually pretty complicated. Obviously, uh, you don’t want too much grease in a performance setting, so pepperoni is out.”

Sure.

“And we’re not dogs, so pupperoni is also out.”

Okay.

“Obviously, no bluefin.”

Obviously.

“And, uh, we got our own mushrooms, so that’s not a priority.”

And they’re disgusting coprophages.

“That, too. As far as meatballs or sausage or bacon: someone in the band besides Garcia is always a vegetarian this week, so that’s a no go.”

Garcia couldn’t do the no-meat thing, huh?

“He did every once in a while, but then he’d finish the ice cream and want some goulash or something.”

Sounds right.

1 Comment

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    December 27, 2017 at 2:20 pm

    That’s his backstage pass that he is giving her.

    Bob was sneaky that way. Then he’d be all “I dunno. It must have fallen off while I was on stage?”.

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