There was an abundance of Vietnamese folks grocery shopping at the Mexican supermarket this morning. Don't be surprised--that's how our city rolls. (My Vietnamese best friend is also back in town. That might be the coincidental sign to notice such a thing, aye?)
I walked by the hot sauce aisle and my mouth watered at the sight of all those bottles of oh-so-tasty red heat, yum!
Tried on a couple of sombreros and was said that I look like a weirdo.
But I look like a weirdo regardless.
I forgot that Donald Duck schleps orange juice. He does, you know? Because ducks and oranges make sense.
Also saw Jimmy Page... if he were a widowed Vietnamese grandmother.
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