It was Revenge of the Panhandlers this morning at 7th and Montana as a Downbeat Deadbeat had a good laugh at my expense. For years, I've been picking on the Poor Slobs in our neighborhood who beg for cash in front of Our Favorite Starbucks, giving them clever nicknames, taking candid photos and chronicling their adventures on the Internet. It's heartless, I admit, but it's Hollywood. I finally got a taste of my own medicine today when the Deadbeat-in-Question (pictured here) took one look at me, smiled broadly, and burst out laughing uncontrollably. I was taken aback. Were my pants down? Did I have Toilet Paper on my shoe? Was there spinach in my teeth? The more I tried to figure it out, the harder he laughed. Next thing you know, I'll be making a Guest Appearance in his Blog ...
looks like vice to me
ReplyDeletePerhaps there is another reason for uncontrollable laughter..can you say psycho?
ReplyDeletexoxo ~Myra
...back away from the crazy man and don't make any more direct eye contact!!! crikey, that guy would make me nervous.....LOL
ReplyDelete~Amy
I bet there was a breeze and you had erect nipples.Beckie x ;)
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