Prosaic Paradise

One day last year we were driving around our home stomping grounds when what should confront our delicate senses but a giant ass. A giant ass mural on the side of a building. I suppose there was some initial … relief?… that it was a giant baby ass hovering over cowboy boots in that “oh it’s like some trope, like the Hang In There cat”. But then the relief dissipated quickly when we realized that every time we drove by Carol’s Western Wear we would be in for a viewing of the giant baby ass hovering over (apparently Tony Lama) cowboy boots.

Now I’ll mention here that I’m happy to have a western wear store right down the way. I have procured shirts and my beloved hat at Carol’s and was thinking I’d almost certainly get myself some boots someday, injecting my hard-earned funds into the local economy. I might yet. But while I’m there I might have to cast my vote for maybe like, a kitten in the Tony Lama boots or something. Oh and also through this exercise I’ve learned that the kid was already on the side of the Glen Burnie store. Little did I know!

We call it Assy McGee due to some Cartoon Network show currently contributing to the downfall of society that I’d never seen. Now I’ve seen stills, and well, I think that’s enough for me. Oh, well. Maybe someday we’ll get used to it?

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