I bought a mirror and the bizarre Mickey Mouse boy.
Bobby shot the cover for his new country crossover album.
An autistic boy chatted it up with Bobby and asked, "How old is your daughter ?" I immediately went into my much practiced "I'm an adult but I'm just short" speech. It didn't work. He insisted that I was his daughter.
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Funniest post ever. Wouldn't you rather be mistaken for his daughter than his mom though?!
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