Thoughts On The Dead

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

Together Again Once More Again

“I heard they built a casino on Saturn.”

“No, Bob.”

“Oh, yeah. Big place. Steve Wynn, I think.”

“Cassini, Bob. It’s a spacecraft that’s crashing into Saturn?”

“How do you crash into Saturn? It’s big enough to avoid.”

“It’s crashing intentionally.”

“Insurance scam?”

“How are the drummers?”

“No idea. Haven’t heard from Billy since Mexico. I think Mickey’s taken up painting.”

“Like Dubya.”

“More nudes, but yeah.”

“Mickey paints nudes?”

“No, he paints nude.”

“Right.”

“You, uh, should call before you stop by. Learned that lesson the ugly way. How’re the busboys?”

“Restive.”

“That word always confuses me. It sounds like ‘rest,’ but it means the opposite.”

“Like enervating.”

“Phlegmatic.”

“Right, yeah. If you’re full of phlegm, you should be a madman, not calm.”

“What were we talking about?”

“Casinos.”

“No, Bob. Hey, man: remember to say hi to Brent before you leave.”

“He still in the turtle suit?”

“He lives in that thing.”

“He’s expressing himself. And, you know, you’re saving money on hiring a kid to wear the suit.”

“You always see the silver lining.”

“Glass is half-full.”

“Phil?”

“Yeah?”

“Did we forget to call a drummer?”

“Apparently.”

“Ah.”

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    May 4, 2017 at 11:15 am

    dig that Cassini interior

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