r/ronandfez

Link to previous week’s thread:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ronandfez/comments/1vkqq8g/810814_bennington_weekly_discussion_thread/

Any updates on Billy? Is he still drinking? In jail? Homeless?

I think what makes it most painful is that earl never responds when Ron brings up his not checking in with him since being diagnosed. Even a simple I love you would be better than crickets every time Ron brings it up!

Link to previous week’s thread:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ronandfez/comments/1veppsn/8387_bennington_weekly_discussion_thread/

What is producer hawk doing? He should come back to the show if he is not too busy.

I haven’t listened much over the past two years but have started following a little more with Ronnie B’s diagnosis.

When did Chris finally admit he was Stanman42069

3/2/2010
This must be the beginning of Dave’s impending divorce from Casey.
He talks about getting a text from his wife while he’s on the bus to work that read I loved you the most and he freaks.
Thinking she did a murder suicide he kept calling n texting her but she doesn’t answer for 45 minutes later
She said she sent that the night before, and was testing out her new phone and he falls for it!
This was the start of her flirting with Mikey background the drummer from the band they had at the wedding. Poor guy has no clue the pain he’s going to endure for the next couple of years.
I wonder what Franklin, Earle, Pitz, and countless others he stabbed in the back to get Ron’s undivided attention thought of it all.

It’s a slow morning and I think this is a great time for confessions. What do y’all got?

The Story

It t'was a Thursday at midnight under a gypsy moon. The air was hot, thick, and stunk of steamed crabs—crabs the size of a banker's thick head.

I tore a claw off and sucked the slimy crab meat into my mouth. Huge hunks of crab meat stuck to my face, like a baby monkey sucking on its mother's engorged monkey tit.

"Hell if this crab meat isn't as tasty as monkey tit," I giggled.

And that giggle soon rumbled into a huge guffaw, and then hysterical laughter, as giant chunks of crab meat flew from my mouth and onto my fat belly. And then, silence—the kind of silence that could drive a man to suicide.

I picked up my revolver and pointed it to my head. "Goodbye, you fat stupid crab-eater," I mumbled.

Suddenly, I turned and shot the shadowy figure that was sneaking up on me. My bullet found its way into his large ugly mouth.

"You should eat too, amigo, but not crab. Your dinner will be a bullet—a bullet from my gun."

I walked over to his lifeless body, wiped the prints off of my gun with moist juicy crab meat, and stuck the gun into his left hand. The local coppers will think it's suicide. And then, a fantastic idea: I pulled his zipper down and wrapped his right hand around his stubby pecker. Suicide, and masturbation—two sins against Jesus... I started to laugh my ass off thinking of his family reading the police report.

I finished the rest of the crabs under the gypsy moon.

"Panama," I muttered. "Panama," spitting crab meat at the moon.

What the fuck am I doing in Panama?

Well, that's a long story, my friend. A long tale. A tale of murder, double-crossers, and even animal rape—and not vaginal rape, anal rape. Yet another sin against Jesus. Yeah, it's a long story, a real page-turner. Trust me, once you start reading this book, the only way you'll stop is if you drop dead. You'll even find out who the guy is that I just shot in the mouth, and don't try to guess because it's someone different than you will think it is.

So let's get this novel started, but first I'm gonna eat another crab. A crab under the angry, bloody, gypsy moon.

Hey guys, once again I need your help. Recently ( July 21st ) I have sent a voice message to the Wall. However, Sirius is geo blocked for my country and the youtubers who upload the show have stopped uploading before that.

It would be awesome if some of you can tell me if you have heard a message about a guy from Bulgaria thanking Ron. This means the world to me.

Million Bucks buddaays!

When did that become a thing?