Step aside, Bob, there is a new visionary in town.
Whereas a third grader dictates her dream to me. I record a movie of it and now humbly present it to you.
"Hi, my name is Dylan and I want to tell SHR about my dream. One day I... you were living in India on 7th Ave. Then I went into your house, your apartment, which was actually a house. It was white and it smelled like dirty, smelly socks. And there was a cot. There was nothing but a dirty laundry room and a cot. And then you were holding, and then suddenly a dog came into the picture and started jumping on your head and SHR was holding a tutu for the dog. And then I decided to leave. And there was a Budweiser company next door. And Mr. Listmaker said, 'Dylan, do you want to go by the Budweiser company?' 'Yes!' So we went. And then I saw Willy Wonka. And then he asked me if I wanted some Budweiser. And then Willy Wonka put me in a room full of bumblebees, live bumblebees and I ate them and they tasted like cotton candy. And then, and then in the distance I heard the song 'I am a baby bumblebee. Won't my mommy be so proud of me? I am a baby bumblebee.' Okay. And so on and so on. Bye."
Hasn't Willy heard about the boycott?
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