Bums In Love

(No, that's not a reference to Hoop and I. Even though we will be homeless soon.)

Last night as we were sitting at a red light, we noticed two bums disturbing a charity worker. The charity worker, another creature of "annoyance" if you ask me, had been walking up and down the lane with his little can of change when he was confronted. Hoop and I couldn't hear them, but we could guess what their actions meant. "Food!" The male bum motioned to the gentleman. Although he could have been stating that he wanted to eat his hand like a sandwich. "Change!" The female bum added, patting her pants as if to show that her legs were still attached.

The charity worker simply shook his head and tried to maneuver around the two. That's when things got ugly. The female bum grabbed the hand of the male bum and then they started kissing. What's that? You thought there'd be violence? Pay attention! I said, "things got UGLY." Just then the light turned green and I almost got rear ended because I couldn't stop staring and mumbling, "Uuuugh." There's your violence for ya. "Aw. Bums in love!" Hoop cried. "You should put that in a scrapbook."

As we were driving past a cop flew in, lights flashing. He slammed up on the median and proceeded to rush out of his car like he was on fire. Say it with me, "Feye Ya!" The kissing bums cowered in his wake. "Get out of here!" The police officer seemed to yell. Or maybe he was just turned on. It could have been, "Give me some of that!" Regardless, a fight ensued and... then we turned into Applebees. I know, I don't like cliff hangers either. Think of it as a, "make your own ending" story. Maybe those bums went to jail. Maybe they threw the cop under a passing truck. Or maybe, they all went behind the car wash for a little game of two-on-one Poker.

The world will never know.

Courtesy of Odd Mix:

The words for this weekend are...

Lame
Late

Don't be lame and submit your pictures late.

Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: I hate when the dogs wake me up in the middle of the night to go out!
Tink: You wait till we have kids.
Hoop: Well, in ten years they should have robot nannies that can do all that for you.
Tink: TEN years?!
Hoop: Somehow I just knew that would be the part you caught.

Stolen From Jay:
Do you have some burning question you need to ask me? I can't fix the burning, THAT you might want to get checked out professionally. But I'll do my best on the answering part. I'm opening the floor to questions. It can be anything, from personal to preposterous. Although I'm holding the right to not answer the perverse, thankyouverymuch. So email or comment away! If there are enough questions by Monday, I'll answer them then.

Have a great weekend!