No wait. 3 things.
1: Where do the random SHOES on the highways and byways of America come from? What kind of bender did you go on to leave ONE shoe in the middle of the road?
B: I told MyPoolBoy to drive by the house on our way home from the liquor store so that I could admire the new paint job. And he did - like at 68 miles an hour. I told him I would never be in a gang with him because he doesn't give you enough time to aim during a drive-by. So - MyPoolBoy / me --- not the same gang.
Finally: I totally think someone hypnotized MyPoolBoy's dayum cat..... Oh wait. No. Maybe he got on the counter and drank some wine.
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