Our neighborhood is an interesting place. Sometimes a little scary, and sometimes just weird. Driving home from BYU we just saw a pickup truck whose entire bed was filled with loaves of Wonderbread speeding towards the freeway exit. Hundreds of white and wheat, piled up to almost overflowing, and we're thinking, "Where could they be going with this? That's a heck of a lot of ducks to feed."
Actually, what we were really thinking was this:
"What idiot punk held up the Hostess Bakery?"
Yes, yes. This is our world.
Actually, what we were really thinking was this:
"What idiot punk held up the Hostess Bakery?"
Yes, yes. This is our world.
4 comments:
At least he didn't walk in front of an old man on a bicycle and make him fall into a ditch and hit his head on a stop sign! (who would do that?)
I love the picture!
I'm so glad you posted on Tara's blog thus leading me to yours. :o) Reading it has made me happy.
gotta love our neighborhood. i'm glad you found my blog, now i found yours!
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