Saturday I was invited to a birthday party where dressing “wacky” was mentioned, and bringing a “wacky cup” was encouraged. Even with that in mind, though, there are some sentences you never expect to say.
Like, “There’s a guy here in a beaver costume…with a holstered gun…and cowboy hat…drinking out of a mug shaped like a rattlesnake.”
And then that guy dances his tail off.
THIS is why I love Memphis.
Sometimes I say or hear odd sentences and immediately picture a room full of monkeys sitting at typwriters and think, “Given a hundred years, they *might* come up with that…”