Someone in Hampton is obsessed with Kindergarten Cop.
I have returned to riding my bike. Which is nice, because I have gotten fat and slow over the last month, during which time I have pretty much been avoiding any and all forms of exercise.
So, for my story to make some semblance of sense, watch this clip (from the fantastic film “Kindergarten Cop”). And ignore the repetitive “remix” crap:
Got it? Good.
So when I was riding in Hampton today, I stopped to pee next to a small out building.
On the building was this sign:
I wonder if the operator at either number is named Cindy?
DANNY!!!! DANNY!!!!! DANNY!
You’re my boy! Mine. Don’t you remember, twinkle, twinkle. Look….same hands.
You’re not my dad, my dad lives in France.
Everybody dies you know! If a ferret bites you, you get rabies and you die.
You’re not so tough without your car are ya?
We’re going to play a wonderful game called…”Who is my daddy and what does he do?”
i am a cop. you idiot.