I got busted yesterday at Knott's Berry Farm for acting like a tourist. They take things like that very seriously around there.
I was promptly thrown into jail, judge Roy Bean having denied me bail.
Well, as you can see, that was it for me... I was sentenced to die for my high crimes and misdemeanors.Sincerely,
Writing from the "other side"
Rocutus
formerly known as Robert
3 comments:
Greetings, fellow dork. I'm so glad that someone bows to the call of their inner tourist - though I always act as if such shenanigans are much beneath me. I am, however, usually the first person to be caught wearing shorts with black socks and a fannypack.
It's wonderful having both you and Pat - thanks for showing up each week.
Love the art -- love best the surrealistic stuff. Here -- meet my dear friend Mirtika Schultz. http://mirathon.blogspot.com/ She's well on her way to conquering Christian fantasy lit - you'd make a wonderful cover artist for her.
Every blessing,
Lisa G
That's sooooooooooooo cool, love it. So that's the execution you were talking about, ha. Well, Uncle, have a good night.
Me
Very funny. And thanks for the comments on my grave. :-)
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