Oh yes. Oh yes, my friends. I saw the infamous Watermelon Guy (because face it, he'll never BE famous) today when I was walking to work. I wonder, now, what the hell I was thinking.
Really. What kind of late-20s-early-30s aged guy goes to work dressed like a seven year old child?! Is this part of the watermelon appeal? The floppy hair, the teva sandals, the cartoon tshirt and matching backpack?!
w. t. f.
Now I realize that he and Ms. Calves are perfect for each other. Neither one is willing to face reality and accept their chump status. (Is the feminine form of chump 'chumpette'? Or is it a gender neutral term?)
That's all I have to say. Oh, and that I fear the the bruises I have on my knees from writhing on the floor in, ahem, 'dance class' last night may never fade. Nor will the hurt of my pride ever go away.
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