Thoughts On The Dead

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

Walkin’ Blues

russeddy_weir-images-0479Come a little forward.

“This?”

Yeah. Now, spin around.

“There we go. This is a blast, man.”

Okay, if you could back up and then hover?

“I think I can get that done. Um, okay?”

Yup. I’ve seen all I need to see.

“What’s the verdict?”

Like we thought: there is no human being on the planet who doesn’t look like a doofus on that thing.

“It’s not a Ferrari, is it?”

Steve McQueen would not have owned one, no.

“They are fun.”

Oh, sure. Never a debate: those thingamadoodads are a hoot.

“Also, my kids are screaming with embarrassment.”

Good reason to keep riding.

“I might pick ’em up from school on this sucker.”

6 Comments

  1. this is the face of a man who doesn’t give a single fucking fuck

  2. May the four winds blow you into a sobriety checkpoint.

  3. This must be from Bob’s audition for Paul Blart: Mall Cop.

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