A long time ago, I worked at a Walmart in southern Utah. I had the prestigious position of cart pusher. I saw a lot of strange things because of it. One of the stranger things I saw one day were 2 large ladies. Maybe a lady and her middle aged daughter. They had a cat inside a cage and the cat kept pacing around inside the cage meowing like it wanted to get out. They were going into the store.
The middle aged lady said something to the effect of, “Miles! Don’t complain to me! We came here for you! Now you settle down while we go shopping, ok?”
The cat continued to meow in protest, or perhaps telling the lady she was a bitch in cat speak.
“I told you to stop complaining so stop!” She said as they walked into the store. Even cat ladies get out of the house once in a while, perhaps the smell of cat urine becomes unbearable, even to them.
It’s too bad you are going to have to wait almost a whole calendar year for your chance to audition for America’s Got Talent, because that looks like a $1,000,000 act to me!
Judging by your Tweety Bird ensemble and checkerboard shades, I’m going to assume that you are one bad-ass mother who (as best put by the Wu-Tang Clan) “ain’t nothin’ to f*ck with”!
If wrapping an Ace bandage around your sweater puppets is an acceptable shirt for women, then placing a tube sock on your twig & berries should be kosher for men. Am I right guys?!