We Used To Go To Circuses To See Carnies Pester Animals
Now we go to parking lots to see Red Bull pester, well, us.
Ah well, no one’s forcing you to drink that elixir they’ve got that tastes like a suck on Beelzebub’s couch cushions. You can just stand there and watch the monkeys on the unicycles juggling the guy on the motorcycle getting nowhere fast.
He’s got mad skillz, it’s true, but he’s still no match for a blue-hair in a Crown Vic who throws their door open too quickly after parallel parking.
2 thoughts on “We Used To Go To Circuses To See Carnies Pester Animals”
I guess we should be thankful for RedBull – think of what all these knuckleheads would be doing if it weren’t for…wait a minute, let me rethink this…
There has to be some kind of drug in Red Bull – has to be.
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