By Kirk
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courtesy of ‘euthman’
I’m not going to say much about this because my mother reads this blog, but “even if you are a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I’d love to meet up,” has to be the greatest pickup line of all time. Tall brunette in Rockville, you’re on notice. Maybe it’s time to start carrying a small dog to blame, or something.
By Carl Weaver
Homeless in Sugamo 2
by jamesfischer
It’s a slow day here in Georgetown, what with it being early still and thus nobody making too much of a fuss over me being the only guy in the neighborhood without one of those shitty men’s scarves all the pseudo-hip guys seem to be wearing nowadays. Being a bit bored, I decided to look at Craigslist to see what magic I could stir up. As I have said before, I am a big fan of the missed connections because they represent the bit of tension before a relationship blooms or withers.
I found this one, with a woman who admitted to flashing a homeless guy she found rather attractive:
Hot homeless man at 7-corners – w4m – 25 (Alexandria)
Me: driving bright blue car-gave you money and a wink to match. I showed you the tattoo on my boob.
You: ruggedly handsome, tall, clean cut beard, killer smile, jeans had some holes-and a flannel
I was going to ask for your number and I assumed you wouldnt have one. So I guess we will find out if you have a computer eh? If this is you tell me what the tattoo on my boob was.
I like to think I am a reasonably attractive guy and I never get boobs flashed at me in public. What gives, boob woman? What’s a gainfully employed guy have to do to get some cleavage flashing action? I know it’s like a charitable action to do that for the homeless, but don’t think the rest of us wouldn’t appreciate it too.
My guess for the tattoo: a black widow spider. Or a likeness of Charlton Heston. What’s your guess?
By Max
motorcycle jump by Francesco Rachello
As a proud new bike owner (well Vespa owner to be exact), there’s one question that has been bugging the heck out of me. How cool do I look on my bike when I go zooming up the street? I mean it’s hard to tell what others are seeing as I haul major ass, pop wheelies, and do burnouts at stop lights. Thankfully I ran into Larry on craigslist* who can help me out!