Weekend Blues

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on Rosie.

Any memories coming back then?

No.

No?

I think this is ridiculous.

Why?

All these hours, the body's here.

Hey, we can be anything we want to be.

Come on Rosie, you look like you're used to it.

I'm not sure if I can have those times again.

I know, you must not be counting the back ten years.

Oh, I remember ten years ago.

Oh, yeah.

I'm not *******s ago.

Remember that one?

I remember it from a while back.

Oh yeah.

That's the way.

I like it.

Oh yeah, that's good.

Oh, we really gone bad.

Oh.

I love it when I have.

Mmm, yeah.

Ooh, ooh.

Oh, God, it feels good.

That's my hair, though.

Yeah, it feels good.

Mmm, mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, I can hear you.

Oh yeah.

Oh, oh, oh,... oh,oh

Thank you, okay?

I'm going now, Reggie!

You know this, Doug? For the last 12 Saturday nights, we've been on the road, stuck in some

funky place in the middle of nowhere.

Come on, man. We've been trucking for years, man. It's always been slow, dark, and lonely.

Not this lonely, man.

Shit, Hedley. You know, we have spent every Saturday night for the past 12 weeks in some

piece of shit greasy spoon pole.

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