Thoughts On The Dead

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

The Rarest Rap Of All

“So, uh, if you’re happy with the way things are going, then you don’t have to vote. But if you’re not, well, then you should vote. If you’re a little bit warm, then you should take off your jacket. If, uh, you’ve got a cramp in your leg, then try walking around for a little.”

“Bob, you’re drifting.”

“Gimme a minute, here, Phil: I’m talking about democracy.”

“Not really.”

“There’s a group of young people in the lobby called Headcount, and they’ll help you register. Right next to them is the merch table, and it’d really help us out if you bought some hoodies. We ordered too many.”

“Weir’s right, folks. We’re taking a bath on the hoodies.”

“So, uh, if you register to vote and buy a hoodie, then you get an autograph after the show.”

“Not from us.”

“No, not us. You get Wally’s.”

I CANNOT SIGN AUTOGRAPHS. I HAVE NO HANDS.

“The other Wally. How the hell did you get here?”

THE POWER OF IMAGINATION.

“We’ll be back in just a little bit.”

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    March 13, 2018 at 12:36 pm

    they gots Cat Food sandwiches backstage

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