Victoria is a strange place. I've pontificated on this before. But what I haven't really mentioned is that, well, outside of this city?
It doesn't get any better.
Case in point: while driving back from Parksville with the Special Lady, we saw a giant gnome on the side of the highway. And when I say "giant", I mean GIANT. As in, it stood at least two stories high, and had its hand raised up in greeting at the cars that were passing by.
There was a house next to this gnome, that was dwarfed by the friggin' thing.
It was surrounded by dozens, nay, hundreds, of normal-sized gnome, all facing their porcelain god in religious awe. It was like some sort of Garden Gnome Stonehenge.
I have no idea what's up with island people. But, as a whole, we're pretty much nucking futs.
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