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I saw an orange man today.

On my walk home. In an ordinary neighborhood. Bright orange, head to toe. Skin tight orange body suit, orange face, orange hair. Completely orange. Making exaggerated gestures with his arms, walking in huge, slow, exaggerated steps, jumping occasionally. And orange, without exception or explanation. He said something to me, but I was too confused to understand. He was orange, after all.

Orange. I couldn't make this up.


Maybe he was lost. He could have been trying to find the location for a new Fruit Of The Loom commercial, and there you were - MOCKING THE POOR MAN. Shame on you. =)

(What you should have done was gone to the market and handed him a basket of oranges so he could fashion his own costume. Sheesh)