poor guy! talk about being parked in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Honestly tell me how often to do park your Vespa to return and find it surrounded by some huge sea creature's guts? Gotta love it. its surreal! he's just standing there in disbelief with WTF written all over his face!
I was born in a dusty house on Flicker Street in the City. My mother was assisted by my brother, Oliver, who was only three at the time. My father was busy playing Carrom with the boys from work and wouldn't learn of my existence for another 72 hours.
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poor guy! talk about being parked in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Honestly tell me how often to do park your Vespa to return and find it surrounded by some huge sea creature's guts?
Gotta love it. its surreal! he's just standing there in disbelief with WTF written all over his face!
That was one hell of a bump! That Vespa is fishy for the rest of it's life,for real! Might even turn the owner into a serious vegan as well!
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