Bitch, that's my tiger
May 6th, 2010 | Travel | No Comments »So I want to share this story that our new friend Lucy told us the other night. It’s possibly the best story ever.
Picture two fairly ghetto girls on the subway. Their conversation goes as follows:
Ghetto Girl 1: Remember when your mom had that tiger?
Ghetto Girl 2: Oh man, that thing was so cute!
(much fluffing about how cute tiger was as a cub)
GG1: But it got big!
GG2: That thing was as big as a dog!
GG1: What happened to it, anyway?
GG2: Well, it got so big that my mom threw it out.
GG1: She threw it out?
GG2: Yeah, she just threw it out the back.
GG1: What did it do?
GG2: Oh, it hung around out the back for a while, then it kinda just disappeared.
GG1: That’s a shame.
(more fluffing about how cute tiger was)
GG2: Oh, but do you remember? I saw on the TV a couple of months later that some guy got mauled by a tiger? Man, I was watching it on the TV and I was like, ‘BITCH, THAT’S MY TIGER!’”
This country is not like other countries.
Tiger! Uppercut