Busting a gut over Little Smokey… yet another blog reference my friends will look at me sideways for uttering
Conversation at the thrift store:
me: Dude. I think I might need that stuffed bobcat.
Victor: Just keep walking.
me: Look at his paw. It’s like he’s saying, “YOU GUYS? TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH, OK? JUST SIMMER DOWN.”
me: We could carry him around in the trunk and you could pull him out to use as your supportive buddy to help you convince me not to do something stupid.
Victor: I’m fairly certain that buying that bobcat would send the wrong message.
Clerk: I can give you a huge discount on it if you want him. He’s falling apart.
me: I just don’t know. It sort of looks like he wants me to calm down, but it also sort of looks like he’s leaning on an invisible bar. Like a really shitty mime.
Victor: Do whatever you want. It’s not that bad.
me: That’s sort of the…
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