Summer kinda snuck up on me. Thought I had at least another Mayer-free month.
“Nah. I’m in the house. Summer of Douche!”
“You have no idea how many celebrity friends I’m gonna take selfies with, and the ridiculous interviews I’m gonna do, and OH MY GOD am I gonna Snapchat the fuck out of this tour. Got my outfits lined up. You and me, buddy.”
CELL PHONE NOISE
“I hate you.”
“John Mayer here.”
“I got celebrity friend, too, Hot Dog Dick.”
“That is not President Obama.”
“You no recognize because he wear sunglasses. Is Obama.”
“I don’t want to go through another summer of this, and quite frankly I don’t think the readers want to, either.”
“Why you not in Jewish propaganda?”
“Movie. Very long. Band plays song for hours and do drugs and die. You in band. Why you not in Jewish movie?”
“I think you’re talking about Long Strange Trip, and I also think I’m just going to ignore this entire line of inquiry.”
“Was good movie for Jewish movie.”
“Hot Dog Dick getting wrinkles in forehead.”
“I could pass for 36.”
“Oh, nooooo. White people show age. Is like white car. See dirt faster.”
“I’m gonna hang up on you.”
“Is okay. I got Obama now.”
“We have all summer.”
DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES NO LONGER DO THAT
“What did I ever do to you?”
Besides the video with the pandas?
I’ll think of something. We got all summer, pretty boy.