If I didn’t know any better, and nobody is saying I don’t, I’d believe that one very pissed off raccoon drove this into our yard as a kind of animal kingdom version of the horse head in one’s bed thing.
When we pulled up to the house I yelled “Lonley Cart!” Mr. Zoom said “No, we can’t keep it.”
“Don’t don’t, don’t let’s cart
This is the worst part”
And that’s when he threatened to lock me out of the house. Even though I have a key.
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shanecyr said:
Imagine John Travolta pushing it, with an unconscious Uma Thurman in the basket. And he’s yelling “SHE’S FUCKIN’ DYIN’ ON ME LANCE!” into a cell phone.
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