My friends and I were enjoying a gander at the lovely Amazon from a bench in our front yard when a homeless man wandered over, sat down uncomfortably close to us (any closer would have been inside my soul, really), opened a newspaper, and started reading.
So engrossed was he, he was utterly oblivious to our stares of discomfort and casual scooting of our bottoms out from underneath him.
Finally, my friend caught a glimpse of the headline of the article he was reading and very nearly fell off the bench laughing.
It was?
Las vaginas imposibles
Really.
/Also an excellent band name, in my opinion.
//Aren´t they all impossible, when it comes down to it?
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