Oh shit, it's happening! People are abandoning their clothes in public! It's so hot, everyone is losing their damn minds. When I was leaving the supermarket today, the guy in front of me starting walking like Frankenstein. He let out a long, deep grunt, tossed his cigarette, dropped his receipt, and jammed a Snickers in his mouth. Then, he started taking off his clothes with his melted choco hands. Messy, wet choco hands all over the place. It looked like skid marks all over the back of his T-shirt from the shuffle. He was so delirious from the heat he jumped in his car looking like a zombie Donald Duck - shirt only. He left his nasty ass sneakers and white tube socks behind to rot in the HEB parking lot. This is the result.
You know, after seeing zombie Donald without his pants I would've tossed him my number, but he's one of those assholes who doesn't return shopping carts. Dick! No digits for Donald Duck. Lesson learned, people - actually there are quite a few lessons learned here. Mainly, guys who eat Snickers candy bars have big dicks.
Bring on 107 degrees!
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