Roll Over, Beethoven, there's a new "Moonlight Sonata" in town. It seems that yet another Inebriated Bum has taken up residence in our midst, this time pulling his pants down and settling-in for a nice, long nap by the entry to Our Favorite Parking Lot. In the interest of Full Disclosure, I must give credit to Robin and Genevieve for making the discovery. "This is the third Full Moon we've seen this month," quipped Genevieve, shortly after noticing yet another butt crack smiling at her from the sidewalk. As for me, I guess I've become jaded by all the comings and goings at 7th and Montana. Three Full Moons a month seems normal. Call me when the Werewolves arrive ...!
At least you have somewhere to park your bike now!
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That certainly lends new meaning to full moon! If its an old moon, does it mean its an old bum?? Ewwww...
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Maybe someone should drag him into the shade? The butt is looking a bit sunburned. --Cin
ReplyDeleteIt's probably just a new piece of community art.
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LOL, that's just flat-out funny. Almost said flatulent...
ReplyDeleteThat grass looks so comfy though, butt out or not id lay on it too....
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