The Ruination Of Swaggie Maggie By The Lothario Bobert Weir

by thoughtsonthedead

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“Um.”

“You okay there, fella? Need some green tea?”

PEOPLE AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO LOOK THIS GOOD AND DO STUFF.

“We’re discussing my handsomeness?”

Yes. It’s supposed to render a human completely useless, this level of handsomitude.

“Well, that just wasn’t where my bliss lived, y’know?”

You’re starting with the bliss already? It’s ’72.

“You kidding me? Bliss was my second word.”

What was the first?

“Doggy.”

I can see that, sure.

Your hair just did that on its own, too, didn’t it?

“Woke up like this.”