So, I get out of work tonight and, somewhere close, there is either a dead or very irked skunk. Hold my nose and walk over to my car--where the stink is slightly less--and I hear this weird noise.
Look over, and a few cars down there was a guy sitting on the hood of his truck, playing the ukelele. Seriously, that's what he was playing. So I walk over. He looks up and grins at me, still playing.
I say, "So what's the title of that? Ode to the Dead Wood Pussy?"
He just starts laughing. "That's probably better than the real one. I'll keep it."
And that sums up my night.
Going to bed now. I deserve it.
Look over, and a few cars down there was a guy sitting on the hood of his truck, playing the ukelele. Seriously, that's what he was playing. So I walk over. He looks up and grins at me, still playing.
I say, "So what's the title of that? Ode to the Dead Wood Pussy?"
He just starts laughing. "That's probably better than the real one. I'll keep it."
And that sums up my night.
Going to bed now. I deserve it.