Brad Pitt sightings are big in San Diego this weekend. Apparently, the mega star is moving into the area.
It must be the fish tacos.
Publicly glaring at life's upside-down
tablecloths and exposed tags.
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1 comment:
I can't even wrap my brain around the IDEA of fish tacos.
I have a friend who dislikes fish for a reason similar to my dislike of frogs: fish dart, frogs jump. Unpredictable little buggers. Even dead, I don't want 'em on my tortilla. Gimme a nice, docile cow!
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