The Unauthorized Biography of Rosco P. Coltrane

When it's my moment in the sun, I won't forget that I am blessed, but every hero walks alone, thinking of more things to confess

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Location: Owensboro, Kentucky, United States


Monday, October 29, 2007

Calling Toyko

I wish I had a picture of this. I really do. But I didn't have my camera, but every word of this is true. Because, as everyone knows, my blog is never a bit embellished.

Jen and I are in the Halloween Express in the old Shorty Small's (BTW, I really used to like that place. Cheese logs, mmmmmm...) last Friday night, looking around in the wig/mustache section. We happened to be next to a pair of novelty bare boobs. No big deal. We were looking at the mustaches when this little girl came walking by us. Well, I turned around and here this little 3 year old girl was grabbing these fake boobs. I looked over at Jen, to verify that I wasn't dreaming, and her mouth is wide open. I looked back at the little girl. By now, she was pinching the nipples. I look down and search my pockets, looking for my camera. No such luck. When I look up again, she is straight up calling Toyko. The little girl's mom came running for her, so I grabbed Jen's hand and when ran out, laughing all the way.