Last Friday, whilst (yes, whilst) I was driving around town, looking for someplace semi-healthy to grab lunch, I noticed 3 "Neighborhood Safety" cars that had just pulled over one of the city's most wanted. They had this criminal sitting on the curb, whilst 2 wannabe police officers stood around smirking, whilst the third wrote up a citation.
On the hood of one of the cars was the confiscated contraband. Three boxes full of glistening, juicy & ripe (just like me), strawberrys (-berries?).
Ok, fine...so the little Latina field worker was guilty of letting a few cases slip into the back of her truck before THE MAN returned from his 3 hour lunch, only to sell the berrys (berries?) at a discount on the streets of L.A....what's the crime here? I'd save a few bucks, she'd make a few bucks, and Farmer John still makes a profit. Seriously, what's the crime here?
As I drove away from the drive thru window of McDonald's some salad bar fast food joint, I had such a craving for some strawberrys (-berries?)