I’m pretty confident those two guys whipped that van off the road, through the grass, over the curb and jacked it into that parking spot just to get a glimpse and maybe exchange a few memorable words with such a legendary mullet.
Hey, the two of you can argue who looks better stealing hamburgers later because right now, well to be honest, right now that’s what we are gonna do.
There are obviously too many sad, out of work clowns in America that have nothing better to do than hang out in Walmart, so right now I’m asking everyone to start hiring clowns to show up and perform at everything you do. Weddings, funerals, your liver transplant, lunch break at work, that psychology class you’re in, shoe shopping, fantasy drafts, and especially if you feel a really good BM coming on…..give ’em some work people!
After doing some extensive research (and by that I mean sh*t I just made up) we have concluded that at some point that shirt was once whole, and at another point in time it became stretched-torn and hanging on by the seams as you see it now. But for some reason our research cannot conclude when that point in time exactly was. However, the Issac Newton in me is guessing it occurred right when she put it on.