I went for a run in Dallas. My uncles live in Oak Cliff which is, apparently, the "ghetto" of Dallas. So I (#SpeedyMcYeager) went on a run I ran to the "worst area," which is all Mexican. You know how in Mexico there are stray dogs everywhere? Well in the Mexican areas of our country, there are still stray dogs everywhere? It was so weird! I ran like 6 blocks South of my Uncles' house and there were like.....I'm not hyperbolizing... AT LEAST three lap dogs following me at all times. Lap dogs! Tiny, stray lap dogs!!! So incredibly weird!
Now that I think about it, though, it probably wasn't as weird as sight as I was.
There is this extremely embarrassing thing I do. (I'm always scared I'm going to do it when I'm around.. a crush.) But I found myself doing it on this run. So.... I get a lot of joke ideas when I run. You know how much the brain loves endorphins. And I have this really, really bad habit of acting my ideas out, by myself, without realizing it. Like, fulling pantomiming all the characters' actions inside my head. I hate myself.
So in this instance, I was running around the Mexican ghetto of Dallas, with 2-5 lap dogs following me, pretending to play the saxophone. Until I caught myself. Damnit, you're acting out the jokes in your head again, Yeager. Stop pretending to play the saxophone really intensely while you slowly jog!!!!
In my defence, I think it's a really good joke idea:
Two people are in a car, at the end of a date. It's really awkward and no one knows how to make the first move. So the guy pushes a button on his phone, and I appear in a golden onesie playing the saxophone really intensely. They immediately fall in love and kiss. The screen says, "Romance problems? Call 'The Masters of Sax.'"
I hope no one on the internet steals this very good idea.
This picture is my Uncles' dog who is not a stray. Obviously. He owns a blanket.
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