The fireman yelled at me!
When I was driving to work this morning, I drove slowly past a wonderful place. There were police cars and two fire trucks with bright, flashing lights! Big men in cool uniforms were walking around – it was like the county fair!
I stopped my car and got out to take a look around. The ground was covered with shiny chunks of glass! I collected a few of the chunks that I liked. They were really sharp and poked my hand! I also found a blood-soaked wallet with $15 in it. This was my lucky day!
Then the mean fireman started to yell at me. I told him that I didn’t understand, and that if I needed to pay admission I would be gladly willing to do so. I offered him one of my gumballs, but then he said the F-word at me and made me get back into my car. Another man gave me the middle finger. I think those guys need a vacation!
I like the blue gumballs best.
Which F word? There are so many.
Freedom.
the one that ends with “uck” dah…………firetruck
I like the way you think, Thom.