So, way back in college, my buddy and I were walking to the bar.
As we rounded the corner onto Main Street, we saw a guy in a bathing suit run past us, in the opposite direction, with a giant stuffed Yosemite Sam. He was being pursued by a naked elderly woman in a golf cart.
She was waving a grocery bag full of oranges and screaming.
The golf cart was on fire.
My buddy and I looked at each other with a look that required no verbal communication. The look simply said, "What the #### was THAT about?"
I got that look again just now, when I read the original post.
As we rounded the corner onto Main Street, we saw a guy in a bathing suit run past us, in the opposite direction, with a giant stuffed Yosemite Sam. He was being pursued by a naked elderly woman in a golf cart.
She was waving a grocery bag full of oranges and screaming.
The golf cart was on fire.
My buddy and I looked at each other with a look that required no verbal communication. The look simply said, "What the #### was THAT about?"
I got that look again just now, when I read the original post.