I was at the pool again. No snotty lifeguard. Instead he was replaced with Jim Carey's character in this SNL skit. I kid you not! I stood there, mouth wide open in awe. I could not for the life of me figure out if it was an impersonation or if it was just his personality. Dead on, down to the red shoes.
Let's just say I was afraid. And pissed by the way he used that whistle. In fact, I wanted to shove it you know where. And to the kid who shit in the pool--you did not make things any better.
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