Photographic evidence of rampant scumbaggery
When I was making my departure from the Hookers and Crack Motel in Flint on Saturday morning, I spied a piece of litter in front of my car that didn't quite look like a Mickey D's fries bag.
Upon closer inspection, I confirmed my suspicion that this night deposit was a bag of a whole different kind.
Yup.
I refused to inspect the hood of my car, fearful that I might find cheek prints or hand and knee prints or dangly nipple prints. It's been raining for a few days now, so I'm pretty sure all the cooties have been washed off the Cruiser by now, if indeed it was used as a love prop for a business transaction.
After viewing these pictures repeatedly for editing and posting purposes, I feel the need to take a shower. In bleach.
Upon closer inspection, I confirmed my suspicion that this night deposit was a bag of a whole different kind.
Yup.
I refused to inspect the hood of my car, fearful that I might find cheek prints or hand and knee prints or dangly nipple prints. It's been raining for a few days now, so I'm pretty sure all the cooties have been washed off the Cruiser by now, if indeed it was used as a love prop for a business transaction.
After viewing these pictures repeatedly for editing and posting purposes, I feel the need to take a shower. In bleach.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 8:25 PM
12 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Eewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!! is conflicting with my gratitude that they thought to use it.
Well, I was just about to scrounge up some dinner. So, uh, thanks for the, uh, ... appetizer?! LOL. (Please post the fries bag next time. Admittedly, probably only marginally better, but... it conjures up nothing worse than thoughts of bad cooking oil.)
Well, at least somebody is gettin' it.
Eeeeeewwwww is right! I just got out of the bath and now feel I should jump right back in.
Damn, girl! You weren't kidding about the jizz stains!
Damn. Thankfully they used one...hate to see some offspring running around a few years after the event in question. But still...
EW!!!
I worked in an outdoor theatre this summer, and they had a count of used condoms that were found in the park. I think the final count was 6..... icky.
Are you sure you weren't at the Airport Motel here in Louisville?
....or the parking lot here at Pirates Cove?
Stumpy and I spent last Friday bashing bracken (which I still think sounds downright rude!) and our group discovered at least 5 of those in the most inpenetrable (we thought) parts of the forest. All we could think of was how many people were going to be pissed that we ruined their shagging spot!
I can't even respond, because I can't breathe, because I've been excised from MyHo, and that's where I've been -- not only gone, but obliterated...
Mah daddy would refer to that as a Flint Michigan White Fish!
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