My Grim Future
I HAD TO run a few errands downtown, but I hesitated to go.What if I ran into bloggers?
Ever since the total, irretrievable collapse of the Internet in a chaos of viruses, worms, spam, terrorism and busts by the FBI anti-porn squad, that archaic species of human had become a bigger street menace than mimes, Jehovah's Witnesses, or panhandlers ever were.
Still, I had some banking business that had to be conducted in person, and I couldn't put it off much longer. And I hated feeling like a prisoner in my own house, living in fear of the depradations of this class of homeless attention-grabbers.
From "Brother, Can You Spare a Hyperlink?"
Hat tip to Mike Godwin (yes, that Mike Godwin).
Presented for your delectation by the Gentleman Farmer at 6:25 AM
Comments on "My Grim Future"
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Gentleman Farmer said ... (11:07 AM) :
post a commentIt's a little scary but that picture actually looks A LOT like the real Gentleman Farmer. For real.
SWK - I disagree. Anyone who, in fact, knows the real Gentleman Farmer knows that he NEVER wears matching socks. Boola, Boola!
I don't know about the socks thing, but I had quite an adventure finding that picture. I went to Google images, and searched for "bum." I had forgotten momentarily the slang meaning of that word in English (as opposed to American). Seems to be used that way in Brazil, as well. Or perhaps in that fortunate land there are simply more worthy examples to which the term may be applied.