Saturday, November 30, 2013

I.C.E., I.C.E., Baby

It's been a wk. (& a whirlwind it was, w/ frozen Thanksgiving pizza & more meatspace contact w/ humanoids than expected) since we had a visitor from beyond so we figure it's safe to run a picture.

Here, then, a candid shot of Mr. McGravitas discussing his immigration status w/ an officer of the law, who just didn't believe that "B.C." stood for anything but Baja California.
Kidding, of course. Substance is the dude in the car.

6 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Would you believe icicles, icicles, baby?
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mikey said...

Could very well be a dood, but a dood nonetheless with GREAT ass...

Weird Dave said...

Now we're just haggling.

M. Bouffant said...

Urban Adventure Guide:
Pretty sure she was a woman, although the hair extensions might give one pause. She was squatting down & crying as the ossifer told her to "empty her purse" when McG & I first saw the sad tableau.

Then, moments after snapping that, I somehow lost my sunglasses in a display of instant effing karma, & couldn't really get any schadenfreude from it all, unless I enjoyed my own misery.

Substance McGravitas said...

The crying was so sincere. Perhaps it really WAS trouble to be pulled over while wasted.

M. Bouffant said...

Sober Again Editor:
Having twice been a passenger w/ a loser who was pulled over & taken away, rest assured it's trouble.

One poor loser I had to bail out of Hollywood Division before she was "sent east" (of downtown) to the ladies jail.

Popularity. Like Junior High. This is mostly because I'm curious. You should all be ashamed.