Riding the bus on my way to work this morning, I noticed something odd. It wasn’t the insufferable heat. It wasn’t a drunken vagrant on the street corner playing Uno with an imaginary elf named Rufus. It wasn’t a black man with a salt and pepper afro, wearing a tie dyed shirt, carrying a boom box. It was another passenger. It was his ears. They were shaped like Chili Fritos.
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