LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY GOOD FRIEND WALLABY JONES
SO WALLABY’S WALKING OVER TO THE STORE, AND HE GETS THERE AND NEEDS TO BUY SOME PANTS
JUST A PAIR OF BLUE JEANS, NOTHING FANCY
AND THE SALESMAN WON’T STOP TRYING TO SELL HIM DOCKERS, AND WALLABY TRIES TO BE POLITE BUT THE GUY WON’T LEAVE HIM ALONE, SO JONESY FINALLY SAYS “HEY MAN IT JUST ISN’T WHAT I WANT”
AND THE SALESMAN TELLS HIM, “I DON’T WANNA SELL YOU PANTS, YOU NEED DOCKERS, GET OUT”
AND THEN HE CALLED MY BUDDY A STUBBORN ASSHOLE
WHOOPS
GUY STARTS COUGHING REAL BAD, STARTS MAKING AN UGLY SCENE
WALLABY JUST STARES AT HIM SCOWLING, AND THEN A FOOT SQUELCHES OUTTA THE GUY’S MOUTH
YOU GUESSED IT
MOUTH WALLABIES
SO JONES KICKS BACK WITH A BEER, I THINK HE KEPT THEM IN THE LINING OF HIS BLAZER, AND WATCHES THIS POOR BASTARD PUKE EIGHT KANGAROOS OF VARIABLE SIZE
AND THEY RUINED HIS STORE AND PISSED AND SHIT ALL OVER THOSE DOCKERS
I’M PRETTY SURE THAT GUY LEARNED HIS LESSON, WELL, MAYBE AFTER HE MOVED INTO A SPECIAL KANGAROO PRESERVE, I DON’T THINK HE EVER STOPPED PUKING ROOS
BUT WALLABY JONES IS A SQUARE FELLA, LEFT SOME MONEY ON THE COUNTER AND TOOK A FEW PAIRS OF PANTS AFTER TRYING THEM ON WHILE DODGING BALLISTIC KANGAROOS
AND THEN HE WENT OUT FOR A MILKSHAKE, BUT THAT’S ANOTHER STORY, ENJOY YOUR SATURDAY