For the last few months I’ve been noticing something. Every so often there is a coconut broken up in several pieces by the stop sign at the corner of our street. It happens randomly with seemingly no connection to anything specific. Kinda weird right? My take is that it is a result of rival gang activity — the Columbia Coconut Clan stepping on the turf of the Midtown Mangoes perhaps. Your thoughts?
Mostly-Mommy
There’s no place like home…
…or maybe it’s not really a coconut…dum da dum….
Although, Midtown Mangoes did get a genuine chuckle.
Keep an eye for swallows, the unladen ones that is…