A trio of 19 year old boys.
Where the drinking age is…wait for it….19.
It’s almost like a really bad “Cops” episode. I’ll be sitting in front of the tv some Saturday night, quaffing an adult beverage of my choice, and that familiar theme song will come on…
“Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”
Admit it, you were humming along weren’t you?
Moving along. Told the boy that he would be in the country for 4 hours if he was lucky, before he would hear the words:
“Hands against the wall you filthy, american hippie, eh.”
And to top it all off. He asked me to go along. Yeah right, I want to chaperone a a trio of boys who have “Trouble on Two Legs” written all over them.
You know, the Cheetah in the Cheeto’s commercials?
Yeah, that Chester Cheetah.
Is it me, or is this new one kinda creepy?
The old Chester was always hanging with kids, being cool, messing things up. This new one is rather sinister. Telling people to stick cheetos up sleeping peoples noses. While he, Chester, is giving a stewardess a back rub.
Or what about the one where he is all of a sudden playing chess in a laundromat? And he tells this woman to toss cheetos into a dryer full of whites. What happened to Chester? Where is the good time cheetah? What horrific thing happened to turn him into a night dwelling trouble maker?
That is way to Quentin Tarentino for this guy.
Something else to keep me awake tonight.
I messed something up with my code and had to restore this site, which resulted in losing a crap load of stuff. Bummer. Now I have to figure out what was lost and redo it.
Wish me luck.