Why I ‘m A Tiger

Even with all the crap flying around today my Tigers can still make me smile.

Driving home over the bridge I realised that the tooting of a horn was coming from the van beside me; not doing anything wrong I ignored them.

They tooted again, and them some more.

Oh so casually I glanced sideways to see two young guys grinning like crazy and waving a Tiger t-shirt at me. Big thumbs up from both sides and they sped away.

Oh we’re from Tigerland, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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