I'm cranky as hell tonight so here are a few observations: - I have discovered a new breed of hipster. The Gypsy Hipster. A filthy, bearded beggar that travels the rails and bothers tourists for beer money. - No one bothered to tell me until Saturday Peter O'Toole died. He was the drunken, abusive uncle I never met. There are no more role models anymore. - Whoever keeps putting Lenny Kravitz's daughter in roles that don't require nudity is a traitor and coward. Same goes for Lilly Collins and every other rock star crotch fruit that wants to be an "actress". - Charlize Theron asks her mirror who the fairest in the land is in Snow White and the reply is... that half mannequin chick that never washes her hair. Kristen Stewart is the Keanu Reeves of this generation. Pretty and wooden, and inexplicably famous. But for fuck's sake it's Charlize Theron. I'm surprised the mirror didn't say "Baby, it's whatever you want so long as you put me on the floor and occasionally walk over me slowly in your night gown." - Found a memoir called "Surrender" about one woman's appetite for anal sex. No, really. That's the story. - Hotdogs are the cornerstone of the food pyramid.
Hollywood is the patient zero of nepotism. You have to either already be a famous person's fuck trophy or Australian or you are not going to make it. Neither one of those? Enjoy carrying a clipboard and drycleaning bag behind Jayden Smith, cool dude. And Charlize....sigh.....brighter than the sun.
Marijuana is legal here, you can keep your whores and johns. Also another reason the US is better than Canada, the last 20 Stanley Cup winners have been from the US.
Yeah, it does not benefit me personally in the least, unless I start running bitches again. I scared most of 'em off with my hot-ass coat hangers. What it means for both of us is that making vice illegal is stupid, and now even the Supreme Court realizes it.
<a class="postlink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gutter_punk" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gutter_punk</a> Gutter punks. Also known as "crusties." Been doing a bit of research on my new nemesis. When I was a kid, a gutter punk was just a dirtbag; an ordinary punk albeit dirtier. These kids are worse than everything, save for super aids. Which they probably have anyway. They all have dogs hoping you will give them more cash. Except the dog is untrained, attacks every other animal that walks by it, and is in miserable condition otherwise. Not to sound like some aristocrat, holier than thou fucktard, but these fucks made my skin crawl. Rude, loud, demanding. "I need beer money, gimme a dollar." From what I'm reading they get violent, but I didn't see that. I was just in New Orleans this past week (Xmas present for my mom) and these guys were crawling all over the French Quarter. These weren't street performers or local grifters. You can tip those guys harmlessly enough. After about 3 pm, when they woke up from a cheap beer coma, you could hardly walk a good chunk of the area because they were on every corner. Every. Fucking. Corner. In your face. Shit is tiring getting hassled every couple minutes. I was trying to show around a 63 year old woman with a bad hip; I was ready throttle the scummers that got too close to her. Yes, yes. Woe is me, a poor person hassled me. I get it, move along. Here are prime examples:
Thanks, Black Jesus. That's just perfect. I'm going back to Florida in 10 months only to find out it has been overtaken by Dexy's Midnight Runners. Why can't it just be giant snakes like before?
Where's the party? We have to pick our cat up from the hospital today. He had a UTI, when all said and done, about $700. Merry Christmas!
Fascinating. I had no idea there was such diversity in the categories of Useless Layabout. Is there some sort of a hierarchy to all of this? If a guttersnipe comes into conflict with a grifter over a prime street corner, who emerges victorious in this disagreement?
I'm assuming they have some sort of drifter fight. Stage one is useless trivia such as what color handkerchief on a fence post denotes safe haven. Then move onto an American Gladiator sparring match using taped together papertowel rolls as lances. The end stage being when the wood varnish they drank behind the 7-11 kicks in and one of them goes blind or dies. Thus a victor is proclaimed according to hobo law. When one's clothes are held together by petrified dog shit, one takes whatever status symbol available. Haven't seen any in Florida yet. Our destitute are still either crazy or local white trash scoring meth money. The way god intended. No idea why the crusties haven't showed up for winter. It will happen no doubt. I'd feel bad for their predicament, but from what I've read the majority of them just don't give a shit to hold a job or do more than get trashed off malt liquor. Hey, salute.
There's a tribe of them that hang around Minneapolis together (Loring Park and Uptown) and they look exactly like the group in the bottom photo, plus dogs. They possess a lot more filth than ambition. I've given them food but never cash. At the bare minimum they could be interesting to talk with like the older fella that hangs around the highway exit near my neighborhood. He is big into conspiracy theories, thinks the government is controlling us with chem-trails. He seems too paranoid to get help, it is sad.
They are headed your way if Atlanta is any indication. I have seen them coming through our area more and more recently. I have been tempted to run them down with my car so that I can give those dogs a decent life.
No shit. If you're digging through people's trash and harassing them in the street for money in order to survive, how good do your fucking dogs have it? You have no home but you have pets? What do they eat, your rotted-off flesh?
Idk about these particular dogs, but I've read that a lot of homeless people care for their pets far better than they care for themselves. Plus, those dogs are actually somewhat better off than they are with well-to-do owners that spoil them terribly (an admittedly low bar).