Well, howdy.

I met a guy who is TOO tall…but wears heels, anyway.

I admire him for his fashion choices,

but I wish someone would remove his shirt label.

He’s got a remarkably flat bottom for such a big guy.

I guess carrying a huge gun works your glutes.

I didn’t know how to read him. Was he happy or sad?

His big smile seemed at odds with his “thumbs down” gesture.

But then I noticed the distant telephone pole between his legs…

and suddenly his strange expression made a little more sense. Or not.

I climbed up to his hand to see what he held.

It was a small town…and now I’m the mayor!

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