Some of you may be aware that my wife and I have just concluded a much needed vacation in the US. From that trip, there was this one particular sight that just stuck with me for reasons that will become apparent in a while. We were in Santa Monica, about to pick up one of my wife’s friends from high school before embarking upon a road trip to Santa Barbara.
While waiting with my wife and her friends, I happen to notice a young couple walking their dog. Now upon first glance, you won’t particularly noteworthy about them. It was a beautiful day, and a girl and her boyfriend walking their dog was not an an unusual sight. Apart from the fact that it was also a windy day, and the girl’s loose sleeveless top was being blown aside, exposing her bra in the process. Apparently this little wardrobe malfunction went unnoticed by neither the boyfriend or the girl.
To me, all our country needs to learn from America can be summed up in that brief little scene.
In life, it is normal for the winds of change to disrobe our boobs of stagnation. Just like the girl, we should learn to thrust our tits of determination against the bra of oppression. In so doing, inspire boners of ambition that must struggle through the jeans of economic strife. And lest we become complacent, we must maintain our balls of national integrity, by shaving away the pubes of graft and corruption. At the same time we must learn to control the dog of desire and keep it from pooping in our neighbor’s driveway of shared progress.
Truly, the world would be a better place if more of us learned to walk our dogs with our tits jutting out.