The guy boarding the bus has cornrows, a doo-rag, baggy pants, puffy coat, and a gangster swagger. Under his coat is a tiny Chihuahua. I'm mildly amused by the contrast he's creating. As he walks by to find a seat, two girls get up to follow him to the back of the bus so they can "say hi" to his puppy.
Suddenly it all makes sense.
IT HAS BEEN FORETOLD
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I feel like bakers are trying to tell us something, you guys.
I'm just not sure WHAT.
Speak to me, Deadpan Penguin! *What is it?* What's wrong?
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