
CHAPTER 2
I DUNNO, MAN DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT
The actual
suggestments, as revealed to the Ashman outside a campsite in Skeggy:
- Thou shalt retire
to the Speak Easy whenever thou can, to partake of a brewed beverage
- Thou shalt chill
it out
- Thou shalt not
pilfer from the Ashman
- Thou shalt mock
the Sunglasses Guy, except upon the Sabbath
- The Sabbath shall
be help upon February the 29th
- Participation is
optional
- Thou shalt be
easy, easy like Sunday morning
- Thou shalt not
try, thou shalt only do, for the learned doth know that there is no try
- Thou shalt
venerate the Ashman when you pass him by a slight incline of the head
- Thou shalt
squidge the Bob
- Thou shalt not
hump the Bob without consent
- Thou shalt
ROCK
- A pole and a
dying seagull, thirteen
- Thou shalt mosh
some of the time
- Thou shalt trust
Baz-whatshisname on the sunscreen
Wisdom of the Ashman (and various
apostles)
“Nah, Gaz man, don’t worry about it.”
“Bombdiggidy”
“Nah, Nick man, don’t worry about it.”
“F’ckin Nah-Dans”
“Nah, Lee man, don’t worry about it.”
“I’m gonna smack him. Fuckin’
sunglasses.”
“You can’t, like, own snacks, man”
“I bet she’s cold”
“Meh”
“A belt!”
“Queef”
“For little girls”
“I’m right”
*speaks in tongues, makes noises*
“Wheeeeeeee!”
“Winner”
“Really big hands!”
“He knows the score”
“I am so great. I am so great.
I am…”
“Oh my God”
“Ich bien”
“Yeah, “Dentist””
“Queef”