Oh, I’m sorry….I seem to be lost. I was looking for the sane side of town. I’d ask you for directions, but I have a feeling you’ve never been there and I’d be wasting my time.
If you told me that you saw an older guy with a mohawk/mullet checking out some $5 dvd’s, my very first thought would have been “He has to be wearing camo short over his sweat pants!” – That my friends is called great instincts. It’s a gift….unfortunately my instincts only apply to Wal-creatures.
For some reason I have this feeling deep down in my heart that is just yearning to dance with you some place tropical. I feel like you would win my heart and soul in a matter of seconds mid-Ramba….that both scares and excites me tremendously.
Excuse me miss, can you pick up the pace and move along? The flowers are all starting to wilt.