Mr Cuckoo Head was our front row live entertainment the other night on a long subway ride home from Harlem to Brooklyn.
As you may well guess, Mr Cuckoo Head (as he called himself) wasn't exactly all there.
He had a big tall cardboard box. With one thing in it. A shiny wrestling belt.
Mr Cuckoo spent a good deal of time reinforcing to us that he knew he was gonna be a wrestler ever since he was in DooDoo Pampers.
I was so sad when he got off the train before us!
3 comments:
Is "DooDoo Pampers" his word or yours?
Oh, it was his word. But now it's my word.
I think you can say it's your way of life.
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