Bobby, I think that man is having a stroke.
“No, that’s his face. Do you know Johnny Cash?”
Nope.
“Johnny Paycheck.”
Nuh-uh.
“The Reverend Creflo Dollar?”
Eddie Money, Bob.
“I was in the ballpark.”
How’s Eddie?
“Keeps offering me tootski.”
Eddie loves a toot.
“And I think he wants to buy me a hooker.”
Why?
“Keeps saying ‘Something for your nose, something for your hose.'”
That’s unseemly.
“You bet.”
Judging from his decorating, it seems that Eddie thinks he’s the wrong Eddie.
Cool – he is wearing the new tee shirt. Bobby, that is.
♫Bobby, hold on to him
Your little red stool needs a shim♫