No, no, I’m glad you called,
I actually wanted to reach out to you.
I don’t remember that, but I saw him the
Other day, I motioned but he didn’t see, what a dick, right.
No, keep going, I - No I interrupt - I’m loud, it’s a problem.
It’s just that I smelled a waft of some old fragrance a couple days ago.
Yeah, like the smells that trigger some nostalgic hallucination,
Except I wasn’t tripping, I was just smelling.
Honestly it kind of had that moldy, sarcophagus odor.
Yeah I really don’t think bigfoot's dick would smell like this.
Okay, then yeah depending on bigfoot's game I guess.
Yeah if he’s got big feet - but anyway I remembered an image with it.
It’s from a movie, but obviously an old one - in color.
Some suit playing guitar in a chair - a man - and when I thought of it,
I felt awful. Like the feeling when a teacher yells at you as a kid.
No, worse. Nah we Jews always knew Santa wasn’t real.
Okay, like as if I had forgot something - which I did - but like crucial.
I might never know, but that was it, just a mini glitch in my day.
Yeah bigfoot most definitely slays.