I worked at Disney World a million years ago when it first opened. My shift would end an hour or so after the park had closed, and when the weather was nice, sometimes I'd walk down "Main Street", past the Hall Of Presidents.
When it's dark out, and all the lights are still on, but there are no people and no sounds except your own footfalls, the word "spooky" comes to mind - which is nowhere near the best descriptor now that 45*'s in there.
This helps though:
3. I’m still laughing at this one: Hall of Presidents Trump but debating with Rubio the size of his hands... and his uhh... pic.twitter.com/1GeHsMXxGs— Dusty (@DustinGiebel) December 19, 2017
PS) We need to take every opportunity to mock that prick while it's still legal.
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