Well hey there, June.
Wanna know what we got
up to with May?
Yeah, we been foolin' around you might not wanna hear it.
Ahh go on then.
Yeah, we been foolin' around you might not wanna hear it.
Ahh go on then.
I.D. Dickhead
So there's this
Dickhead in the Gang who never really says or does much. He often
shows face at various Dickhead gatherings and gets involved in many
Dickhead activities; He's usually there when Chris Cuts Out.
In January, the Gang
had managed to do a night out every single weekend so when the end of
April came around and they had realised they hadn't gone out for the
whole month one Dickhead knew this wasn't right. One Dickhead knew
that we had changed and it wasn't for the better. One Dickhead
exclaimed “On the first of May, we're goin' Out! We're goin' OUT
out!!”
That Dickhead is aptly
named, The Instigator. When Cons and Deeby freestlye it's because The
Instigator hit play on the turntable. When Chris and Rich
have a little tiff, it's 'cos The Instigator got bored and wants a
laugh and when the Dickhead Gang go out, it's cos The Instigator said
to go out. He's called The Instigator 'cos that's what he does!
And so the usual
routine was underway. The instigator had been hyping for weeks, the
gang had piffed a couple zoots, backed a couple shots and sipped a
couple beers. They headed out. In the queue now. The instigator ain't
got his I.D.
Dickhead.
Deeby, Rich, and Cons are all jamming indoors and smoking the fattest zoot. It's a standard day for them. Cons has the ashtray balanced on his lap. Probably not the best place to keep it. Regardless, Deeby makes a grab for it anyway but brushes against the front of Cons' trousers as he does. Cons feels violated, Rich finds it hilarious. Deeby doesn't even say no homo, and claims it was an accident but more likely he's just a dickhead!
Independent Adjudicator's Note: the basis for this nomination is Richard's testimony. Rich says Deeby touched Cons. Deeby calls bullshit. Who knows, maybe Rich is the real dickhead here!
Dropped the Zoot
Dickhead
The Instigator knows
how to instigate a good nights sleep n'all. Put on a movie, piff a
zoot, dream on. Some people back pills, some hit the wank bank, The
Instigator piffs a zoot. It's a very particular ritual and one that
the rest of the gang had grown accustomed to.
Deeby is fortunate
enough to live on the top floor of a block of flats and generous
enough to lend his spare bed to any of the gang that might need to
use it. He's also lucky in that when The Instigator is in need of his
bed, which is quite often, The Instigator also brings with him his
materials and is generous enough to share.
So it's no big deal
when Deeby sticks Cheech and Chong in the DVD player only to have
The Instigator “lift off” (By the window, that is, Deeby's house
rules) and fall asleep halfway through.
This night was special
though, The spare bed was set up, the lemons were rolled and Pineapple Express was the film of choice that night. Deeby and
the Instigator had made themselves comfortable by the window. Three
drags and pass was the unwritten rule, only, it was The Instigator's
second drag when he had turned away from the window and looked Deeby
in the eye with melancholy.
“I dropped the zoot.”
“I dropped the zoot.”
“No you didn't.”
Deeby literally in disbelief.
“Yes, I did.”
“No you didn't?”
Questioning his beliefs.
“Yes. I did.” The
Instigator showed Deeby his hands. They were empty.
“Yes, you did.” In
disbelief.
“It's gone.” Wept
the Instigator.
Dickhead.
Who d'you think wins this month?
Dickhead out.