The casual fan might be amused by Vince’s skullet; the normal human tickled by TC, who looks as if he has been arrested in the Sarasota area three times this month for sexing strangers’ above-ground pools.
The Enthusiast knows that the real fun is Phil, who is not wearing his glasses and, therefore, completely blind.
And–as usual–where the fuck’s Mrs. Donna Jean?
What’s Billy whispering in Mickey’s ear? Leave your best guess in the comments and win a footrub from TC. That’s right: TotD has contracted with TCTCB (Taking Care of Tom Constanten’s Business) Productions to bring you this once-in-a-lifetime encounter.
TC will come to your home (as long as you don’t live somewhere stupid like Canada) and attempt to give you pleasure. Via your feet.
Notwithstanding the question of whether the prize is to be desired, let’s see your captions.
Also–and this is just laying all the cards on the table–TC will most likely stay with you a while. At this point, he’s just kind of a homeless elderly man with a foot fetish.
Phil doesn’t even know how to hold that thing, let alone play it.
Also, even in a recording studio in the 60’s, Bobby can find his light.
“Five minutes, guys! Everybody got their cowboy hats? Serapes? We all set on folding chairs?”
The reason the Dead didn’t use a lot of car metaphors is because every time they got anywhere near an automobile, they looked like complete muppets.
The only explanation for TC is that he was secretly acting in a Jim Jarmusch film.
The lighting makes it look like Garcia is naked from the waist down, or as my grandpa used to call it, Porky Pigging it.
Sunshine Daydream! At long last freed from the grainy bufferings of the ‘tubes! Made whole and pristine and just exactly perfect for all to see in theaters! Over-priced popcorn and sneaking a doobie in your Toyota right before the show!
Definitely the best choice they could have made, especially considering some of the films they rejected:
Thoughts on the Dead 