“Getting a whole shitload of free guitars, nice check.”
Did you know there was a photo shoot today?
“Sure, man. Drove myself here and everything.”
And you went with the shorts.
“I did, yeah. Hot out.”
Yeah, but you’re in.
“Stop hassling me, man.”
Stop making me look at your thighs, man.
Scabby-ass knees, hairless hamstrings: what’s the drag coefficient of your legs?