losthighway wrote: Wed Apr 23, 2025 11:07 pmThe real story here is that Kerble likes a few Phish songs. YouTube links or it didn't happen!
Back in college, one of our housemates used to sell a TON of weed. Like the shake alone was in a bag the size of a throw pillow. Anyway, when Phish would come to town, we'd have just scads of wookie hippies and other lot weirdos stopping through for a re-up. we also lived with a psychotic cat named Keith. Keith was fine with most of us, but he had a special hatred from my roommate/bandmate John. He'd bite John's face while he was sleeping. He'd chase him up on top of furniture hissing and snarling. His eyes would go black like a doll's eyes and the teeth would sink in. Gnarly weird cat!
So we've got a house full of hippies waiting for their nuggs, and I pop upstairs to get a record out of John's room. Keith has left "a present" in John's bed. So I'm laughing and I run downstairs and I shout "JOHN. KEITH SHIT IN YOUR BED", and while it was an uncommon occurrence, the whole room of hippies had _no idea_ that I was referring to a cat and not just some nasty dude we lived with named Keith. My god. The look of horror on their faces. Cleared the room right out.
What I'm saying is that in the story is that I'm the Hippies, Keith the cat is Phish, and the shit is their music. Thumbs down.