Yesterday I got to thinking and I realized that I hadn't had any zany experiences lately. Sure, there was the graffiti at the library or that lady with tattoos on her boobs at Fry's, but it wasn't like I'd stepped on a used condom at the park or anything.
Literally as I was thinking that, a lady drove up our lane, stopped her car, got out of it, and threw up in front of our house. Then she drove away.
Thank you, lady. That'll do nicely.
Literally as I was thinking that, a lady drove up our lane, stopped her car, got out of it, and threw up in front of our house. Then she drove away.
Thank you, lady. That'll do nicely.