What a fool.
Since I’m posting this Sunday afternoon, mine’s fresher. Therefore, the attention is back to me, as it should be.
HA! He tried to make a funny about me passing gas and it’s so unbelievable, nobody will care. But is it true?
Well, kind of.
Bob used to drive one of those “hey, let’s have us a convoy!” trucks. I think he mainly delivered those plastic bathtub duckies along with some “adult toys”.
It went well for a week until the day he decided to take the truck thru a drive-thru because he was thirsty. Remember, he’s a wee man so he’s not so good with heights.
Of course the truck wouldn’t fit and he destroyed a whole town. All the businesses on that street fell like dominoes and since all those buildings held all the town business, all the people had no choice but to pack up and move to Omaha (sorry).
Due to those wee little legs, Bob can’t run fast so he was immediately caught and tossed into a closet across the street since the jail had also been destroyed.
His one call was made to me and I rescued him and maybe started a fire that burned down the rest of that town, but that’s neither here nor there.
The main issue is Bob wrecking all those lives for a (hopefully) free cup of water.
And know you have it and know.
Wait….
Rubber duck. Convoy.
Whoa.