Troy Tulowitzki shot me with a Stink Eye! Why?! What did I ever do to him? Granted I was taking his picture, so if he comes from some primitive culture he could believe that in my photographing him I am stealing his soul, but I hear he's from California and it's weird there but not that weird. Maybe he hates me? Maybe he is jealous that I get to sit around taking photos while he has to run around and chase a ball? Hell, I don't know, but what I do know is that I DON'T LIKE STINK EYES! Knock it off or else there'll be some trouble for you! Like a curse! A gypsy curse on that pretty hair of yours! How'd you like to be bald? Or have a Skullet? Thought so.
I receive the Stink Eye from the Tu-Lo
The future beckons Troy. The future beckons.
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