He’s back! He’s back! After a long, long hiatus, the Vegetable Man is back!
Just when I thought things were getting a little too gentrifaggotized around here, a sign that there’s still a neighborhood under all the new paint and crepe myrtle bougieness.
Maybe I’m romanticizing him a bit too much. Maybe I’m overlooking the fact that he’s a poor, possibly unbalanced black man living in the South, just managing to scrape by. But screw that–his voice makes me happy.
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