Please, Dear Lord, If I Make a Visit Back Here Don’t Let it Be In Bird Poop
I dunno.
People just have to quit seeing crap in stuff that I cannot see, literally in crap.
Brandon Tudor didn’t have to look at the man in the mirror. He looked at his windshield, and there he saw bird poop that seemed to resemble the King of Pop.
But faster than you can say, “I’ll Be There,” it disappeared in a rainstorm before he could sell it.
I do not want to be memorialized in cow crap or a Dorito, either. If you see me in one of those, get a stick and break it – quick! Also, quit drinking so much.