So-called fans arrived with blowtorches, and really ugly XL shirts. My boyfriend's cousin was there, but mostly because he worked in a factory "glazing" hams with blowtorches, and so he just took his from work. They were carrying giant homemade banners and signs with sayings like, "For a white boy u gots sum real soul, announcer of TVs Spin-Off, Johnny Jacobs, but u still gonna die!!" and "Don’t make us learn the other stanzas in which the words 'bones' and 'marble' both appear, if you get our drift!"
Afterwards we sped away just in time to make our juggling class we had scheduled with juggling legend Enrico Rastell himself. Unfortunately, I can’t say that I learned all that much from him.
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