September 1, 2010

Flea Market

or, "Am I Going to Get Kidnapped with my man friend 
(who was wearing a 70's style, balls hugging pair of swim trunks?)"

I'm in the process of writing this epic narrative of what happened when  a very white man and a slightly tanned woman  unknowingly went into a hispanic flea market in Manor, TX. (pronounced, Maaaaeee-nrrrr) 

Until then, here's a video of how I feel about it:

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