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.