I won't bother trying to create a hypothetical story for this hefty hominid, I think I'll just stick to the provided facts. This man, among many things, is a rabid consumer of poultry, enjoys the support a size to small Hanes cotton shirt provides, has an unshapely dirt squirrel occupying his upper lip, is a firm believer in the 2 for 1 ability of his photochromatic glasses, is a stranger to the barber shop, quick to anger, and apparently enjoys his meat cooked well, not medium well, or medium rare; well.
If you yearn for more on this creature, try for a minute to imagine the sound he is making in this picture, or is about to make. Maybe it's english, maybe it's just a raspy grunt. It could be a saliva filled throat projected "huh". Is he about to ask a question, is he about to chip in his 2 cents, possibly offer up a snide remark? Much like how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop, the world may never know.
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