And I said, "Hey Deb, Take a Walk on the Mild Side"

My short walk home tonight was action packed. For starters, there's a new Dunkin Donuts in my neighborhood. A poster in the window caught my eye advertising a new beverage called "Turtle Nut Iced Latte". My instinctual reaction was to make a face and say, "ewwww", out loud. Don't get me wrong I love turtle nuts. Who doesn't? That's a slam dunkin crazy name for a drink. No matter how badly I might want a Turtle Nut Iced Latte, I don't think I could ever bring myself to order one. Not out loud anyway. Maybe I could write it down on a piece of paper and then give the person behind the counter the finger.

Immediately after digesting that visual feast (stole the term "visual feast" from an English woman sitting behind me on the bus one day) a woman walking towards me was wearing a t-shirt with a tiger on it (a Sigfried and Roy type) and under her arm, she was carrying a stuffed Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. I'll bet she loves Frosted Flakes. Tiger fucker. That's what I called her. I said, "Hey Tiger fucker, can I buy you a Turtle Nut Iced Latte?"

...And the colored girls sing doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo...