You’re just Grateful Deading as hard as you can at this point, aren’t you?
“Settling into the role.”
Do you wanna put your thighs away?
“Skies are clear, thighs are here.”
Not a saying.
“Chicks get soaked, and men pop rods,
When Big Oteil takes out his quads.”
Not a poem.
“Wanna check out the hammies?”
No.
“Dude, peep the hammies.”
I’m fine.
“Hammies, bro.”
Stop saying “hammies.” Those suckers are awfully tight.
“Ball control. Can’t give the boys an escape route. Otherwise, I’m doing my little bouncey-dance and the front row gets a surprise.”
Sure. Where’d you get the sweatbands?
“Mickey has four road cases full.”
Of course he does.
We were in Mexico, my wife “got” the outfit reference before I did.
She is a new enthusiast, she started at Fare thee Well.
I was so proud.
I just can’t decide anymore if I want to be Oteil or Chimenti when I grow up . . .
He got the shorts from Bobby’s attic
i juss cant stop lookin at em legs and that shirt is to die for ….
those sox though
make a scrappy left winger with those bow legs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShF_X_86OOQ