"If I made these strings out of candy, I could eat them all at the end of the show. Hmm."
It turns out being the one to hold up your friend is less glorious than it's made out to be.
I'm not sure why this is crooked. I may have fallen down.
Since the show this year was lacking a mechanical bull, the crowd had to bring their own horns.
{singing} Ants started in my pants. It was everything I feared. Then they traveled north. Ended up in me beard. {guitar solo} {singing}
Ants started in my pants. It was everything I feared.
Then they traveled north. Ended up in me beard.
{guitar solo}
Anntttsssss!
"I'd like to do a solo called 'Ants in my Beard!'"
Guy in front: Wait, like fire ants or regular ants?
"Everyone give it up for our next song - Fire Ants in my Pants!"
Wave your hands in the air. And shake them around like there were ants on them.
The crowd loves nothing more than conversations about movies released 20 years before they were born.
"Huh. Yeah, I'll agree to that."
"Hmm, he's got a point. He was pretty special."
"What..what about a young Jon Voight? He was pretty special."
"I'm afraid of rafting, so I never watched Deliverance."