Eric André

Dick was on fire.

And he was just going, the French don't complain.

And you're like, Jesus Christ.

These old guys in wigs just sweating through a July.

And they're the ones that they're like, the forefathers would be disappointed today.

They'd be out of their fucking tits.

That's like moonshine.

Like, when all those people in the South go blind from moonshine, it's because they don't get rid of all that methanol.

Because you're just going for that sweet, sweet ethanol burned down.

But then I didn't even, fuck, dude, you know what's the thought of that?

It's like the forefathers and super wigs.

They're taking them off and how sweaty their heads must be.

That's when they give them, they put it on like Vader's helmet and they press it down and they're like, you are a judge.

Dude, I used to search for those because when I was on the road and I was like, it was like cathartic to me to watch them shave down those like heavy sheep.

Those like dreadlocked fucking Rasta sheep.

That's why you bring a friend to open.

Yeah.

If you go by yourself, you go fucking crazy.

That's why I used to watch, I used to, speaking of dreadlocks, I used to, it's springtime, time to put away the heavy layers.

It's time for those breathable, durable clothes that move with you and you can keep up with anything in a spring calendar.