Sonja and I went for a picnic. More of a wine-nic really. Eventually I had to water my horse so I walked over to the shithouse while Sonja kept an eye on the wine.
There were a lot strange looking motherfuckers in the vicinity of the shithouse. They appeared to be lost. As if their smartphones were all acting up or something.
I asked one of them, "Pokemon?"
He nodded.
Motherfucking morons.
2 comments:
wonder if they'd all go over the cliff at the same time if the pokeman went first/
There is a sucker born every minute. It is just a matter of time.
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