Wild West?

Andrew went out for a jog the other night and without about 75 minutes, I heard the door open. In walks Andrew with a giant bush. I stare blankly.

"it's a tumbleweed!"

"clearly..."

"it was tumbling down the street so I brought it home!"

"mmm. Okay?"

"the best part was on the way back this guy was in his yard and he was like, 'hey dude, nice tumbleweed" and I was like, "thanks!"

"you don't say..."

"yeah! So great!"