Dear Mike,
I have a problem. I was driving my daughter in our Toyota Prius to a Save the Trees rally in Manhattan when she noticed that a man, dressed as Winnie the Pooh, was laying on a park bench guzzling Grey Goose vodka. She immediately began imitating the action. Disgusted, I pulled over to give Pooh a piece of my mind. I fastened by bandana around my head, pushed up my John Lennon glasses, and marched over to him, demanding to know what kind of image he wanted to portray. He began dry heaving on my tie die tank top and passed out. Even more disgusted, I proceeded to kick him in the chest repeatedly. He suffered irreparable injuries and is now suing me for the medical costs. Am I in the wrong?
Sincerely,
Weedy Hemp