“It’s not really a fight. More of slap foreplay.”
Marilyn wasn’t sure why Cassi was telling her about Alexander Hamilton. She just assumed she was on some kind of candid camera drunk history show.
“And I”m like, ‘Yeah, I’m a pirate. Doesn’t give you the right to discriminate against me.’ and then she asked me to put on my shirt in front of all those 16 year olds at the DMV. So embarassing.”
It’s a “throw everything in the air” party.
View from the cheap seats*.
*also free
Bounce
The former boardies game of “don’t let the damned ball hit the ground” begins.
“First one to drop it has to sacrifice a goat to the god or gods of their choosing!”
“Sorry Cthulhu, I’m winning this shit.”
Dive to save the goat!
“Haha, fools. That goat was dead either way.”
Peekaboo
“Do-over do-over! Man, where am I gonna find a goat on a Sunday?”
Covering up the horrors previous bands have left backstage.
