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What's the singular version of sheep? One sheep is the same as four sheep? I mean, if there's one cow it's cow and if there's four of them it's four cows. Sheep is just sheep no matter how many there are. Which is sort of weird, don't you think? Hrm.
But about my subject of sheep. I was coming home from the Galleria, the super fancy super gay super pretty mall, where I interviewed at Teavana which is a brand new high end store that sells, well, nothing but tea and tea type accessories and I ended up running into traffic because of sheep. There was an accident. The accident didn't involve the sheep but when the old ass truck that was carrying them stopped because of it, the back end of the truck, which was ghetto old wooden doors, popped open and all the sheep piled out. By the time I was on the highway there was sheep here, sheep there, sheep goddamn fucking everywhere.
I pulled off at the first exit and did some random shopping at Office Max and by the time I got back on the highway the sheep were cleared away. Before I pulled off at the exit one of the sheep walked by my window and I stared at it and it stared at me and it was a very strange moment. There was this mini van across from me and the kids in it rolled down the windows and were trying to pet the sheep. I kept wanting one of the sheep to bite them just because it would've been funny. I know. I'm mean but whatever. It would've been funny, admit it you bastards. You're just as mean as me. Because seriously, that would've totally had it making the news.
"When sheep attack!" Or something.
But about my subject of sheep. I was coming home from the Galleria, the super fancy super gay super pretty mall, where I interviewed at Teavana which is a brand new high end store that sells, well, nothing but tea and tea type accessories and I ended up running into traffic because of sheep. There was an accident. The accident didn't involve the sheep but when the old ass truck that was carrying them stopped because of it, the back end of the truck, which was ghetto old wooden doors, popped open and all the sheep piled out. By the time I was on the highway there was sheep here, sheep there, sheep goddamn fucking everywhere.
I pulled off at the first exit and did some random shopping at Office Max and by the time I got back on the highway the sheep were cleared away. Before I pulled off at the exit one of the sheep walked by my window and I stared at it and it stared at me and it was a very strange moment. There was this mini van across from me and the kids in it rolled down the windows and were trying to pet the sheep. I kept wanting one of the sheep to bite them just because it would've been funny. I know. I'm mean but whatever. It would've been funny, admit it you bastards. You're just as mean as me. Because seriously, that would've totally had it making the news.
"When sheep attack!" Or something.
