As we pedaled on with our lights cutting through the darkness, a figure began to take shape. There was definitely someone there on the side of the trail. The form became more defined as we approached, enhanced by the low overcast that was eerily lit by the overabundance of light pollution. The figure was standing still, feet splayed slightly apart, watching us approach from the darkness. The figure finally moved when we were about fifty feet away, tipping a can or bottle up to drain the remnants of whatever they were consuming. This was when we were both glad that this person was at least twenty feet off to the side of the trail. When the drink came down, they made a slight retching noise and then doubled over, spewing the contents of their stomach all over themselves and the ground as we passed by. I immediately burst into hysterical laughter and reveled for a while in the simple fact that our timing was so very impeccable as to witness this incredibly disgraceful act of slovenliness. Carrie was a bit grossed out and rightfully so. At least we didn't have to smell it in passing.
If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it?
As we pedaled on with our lights cutting through the darkness, a figure began to take shape. There was definitely someone there on the side of the trail. The form became more defined as we approached, enhanced by the low overcast that was eerily lit by the overabundance of light pollution. The figure was standing still, feet splayed slightly apart, watching us approach from the darkness. The figure finally moved when we were about fifty feet away, tipping a can or bottle up to drain the remnants of whatever they were consuming. This was when we were both glad that this person was at least twenty feet off to the side of the trail. When the drink came down, they made a slight retching noise and then doubled over, spewing the contents of their stomach all over themselves and the ground as we passed by. I immediately burst into hysterical laughter and reveled for a while in the simple fact that our timing was so very impeccable as to witness this incredibly disgraceful act of slovenliness. Carrie was a bit grossed out and rightfully so. At least we didn't have to smell it in passing.
If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it?
As we pedaled on with our lights cutting through the darkness, a figure began to take shape. There was definitely someone there on the side of the trail. The form became more defined as we approached, enhanced by the low overcast that was eerily lit by the overabundance of light pollution. The figure was standing still, feet splayed slightly apart, watching us approach from the darkness. The figure finally moved when we were about fifty feet away, tipping a can or bottle up to drain the remnants of whatever they were consuming. This was when we were both glad that this person was at least twenty feet off to the side of the trail. When the drink came down, they made a slight retching noise and then doubled over, spewing the contents of their stomach all over themselves and the ground as we passed by. I immediately burst into hysterical laughter and reveled for a while in the simple fact that our timing was so very impeccable as to witness this incredibly disgraceful act of slovenliness. Carrie was a bit grossed out and rightfully so. At least we didn't have to smell it in passing.
If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it?
JD
Last night I ran into a local homeless guy who was having a rough time and it bummed me out, so after first reading I was sensitive to whatever was up with your guy that lead him to where he'd arrived at.
After the second reading, it made me think that I've never seen a fountain of a homeless man spewing out of the mouth.
As we pedaled on with our lights cutting through the darkness, a figure began to take shape. There was definitely someone there on the side of the trail. The form became more defined as we approached, enhanced by the low overcast that was eerily lit by the overabundance of light pollution. The figure was standing still, feet splayed slightly apart, watching us approach from the darkness. The figure finally moved when we were about fifty feet away, tipping a can or bottle up to drain the remnants of whatever they were consuming. This was when we were both glad that this person was at least twenty feet off to the side of the trail. When the drink came down, they made a slight retching noise and then doubled over, spewing the contents of their stomach all over themselves and the ground as we passed by. I immediately burst into hysterical laughter and reveled for a while in the simple fact that our timing was so very impeccable as to witness this incredibly disgraceful act of slovenliness. Carrie was a bit grossed out and rightfully so. At least we didn't have to smell it in passing.
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If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it?
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JD
Last night I ran into a local homeless guy who was having a rough time and it bummed me out, so after first reading I was sensitive to whatever was up with your guy that lead him to where he'd arrived at.
After the second reading, it made me think that I've never seen a fountain of a homeless man spewing out of the mouth.
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Personally, I have a very strong dislike for bums. My definition of a bum is some lazy POS who is capable of being a contributing member of society, but chooses to be a panhandling scab on the ass of life. Bums tend to use their panhandling monies for drugs and alchohol. Homeless is another story because they haven't chosen their way, it was chosen for them due to mental illness, or some unforseen and/or unfortunate incident in their lives. The amount that bums tax the public safety system is astronomical.
My story was all about the timing and when/where we were at when it happened. He was obviously a scumbag bum and deserved to be laughed at for being a dumbass as well.
As we pedaled on with our lights cutting through the darkness, a figure began to take shape. There was definitely someone there on the side of the trail. The form became more defined as we approached, enhanced by the low overcast that was eerily lit by the overabundance of light pollution. The figure was standing still, feet splayed slightly apart, watching us approach from the darkness. The figure finally moved when we were about fifty feet away, tipping a can or bottle up to drain the remnants of whatever they were consuming. This was when we were both glad that this person was at least twenty feet off to the side of the trail. When the drink came down, they made a slight retching noise and then doubled over, spewing the contents of their stomach all over themselves and the ground as we passed by. I immediately burst into hysterical laughter and reveled for a while in the simple fact that our timing was so very impeccable as to witness this incredibly disgraceful act of slovenliness. Carrie was a bit grossed out and rightfully so. At least we didn't have to smell it in passing. If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it? JD
Last night I ran into a local homeless guy who was having a rough time and it bummed me out, so after first reading I was sensitive to whatever was up with your guy that lead him to where he'd arrived at.
After the second reading, it made me think that I've never seen a fountain of a homeless man spewing out of the mouth.
/s
Personally, I have a very strong dislike for bums. My definition of a bum is some lazy POS who is capable of being a contributing member of society, but chooses to be a panhandling scab on the ass of life. Bums tend to use their panhandling monies for drugs and alchohol. Homeless is another story because they haven't chosen their way, it was chosen for them due to mental illness, or some unforseen and/or unfortunate incident in their lives. The amount that bums tax the public safety system is astronomical.
My story was all about the timing and when/where we were at when it happened. He was obviously a scumbag bum and deserved to be laughed at for being a dumbass as well.
BTW Fred, I've never been to Colombia.
JD
JD just when I think your a total jerk wad you write something that is so bang on I cant believe it's really you,couldn't agree with you more!
As we pedaled on with our lights cutting through the darkness, a figure began to take shape. There was definitely someone there on the side of the trail. The form became more defined as we approached, enhanced by the low overcast that was eerily lit by the overabundance of light pollution. The figure was standing still, feet splayed slightly apart, watching us approach from the darkness. The figure finally moved when we were about fifty feet away, tipping a can or bottle up to drain the remnants of whatever they were consuming. This was when we were both glad that this person was at least twenty feet off to the side of the trail. When the drink came down, they made a slight retching noise and then doubled over, spewing the contents of their stomach all over themselves and the ground as we passed by. I immediately burst into hysterical laughter and reveled for a while in the simple fact that our timing was so very impeccable as to witness this incredibly disgraceful act of slovenliness. Carrie was a bit grossed out and rightfully so. At least we didn't have to smell it in passing.
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Last night I ran into a local homeless guy who was having a rough time and it bummed me out, so after first reading I was sensitive to whatever was up with your guy that lead him to where he'd arrived at.
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After the second reading, it made me think that I've never seen a fountain of a homeless man spewing out of the mouth.
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Personally, I have a very strong dislike for bums. My definition of a bum is some lazy POS who is capable of being a contributing member of society, but chooses to be a panhandling scab on the ass of life. Bums tend to use their panhandling monies for drugs and alchohol. Homeless is another story because they haven't chosen their way, it was chosen for them due to mental illness, or some unforseen and/or unfortunate incident in their lives. The amount that bums tax the public safety system is astronomical.
My story was all about the timing and when/where we were at when it happened. He was obviously a scumbag bum and deserved to be laughed at for being a dumbass as well.
BTW Fred, I've never been to Colombia.
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I wasn't getting my panties in a knot. I see bums and/or homeless enough to usually gloss over them, but every so often it'll get to me. I get bleary eyed once a year during a stupid Hallmark or airline commercial too. Sue me.
I think LA has different bums than NYC though. Maybe it's just some East Coast pride talking, but generally speaking, even by bum standards, I think our guys work a lot harder.
I was being literal about the fountain, though. Lots of shock-art around here, but haven't seen one of those.
On Thu, 22 Mar 2007 06:57:23 -0700, Scott Gordo wrote (in article <[email hidden]>😉:
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I think LA has different bums than NYC though. Maybe it's just some East Coast pride talking, but generally speaking, even by bum standards, I think our guys work a lot harder.
On Mar 20, 7:50 pm, "JD" <[email hidden]> wrote: <snip>
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If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it?
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We've seen some strange stuff too on our night rides in the woods...kids sniffing glue and offering us some (no we didn't take the offer), guys jerking off, couples fornicating right in the middle of the trail, homeless drunken wanderers, illegal hunters, dead people...
That's what makes a ride interesting of course... :-)
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If a drunk bum pukes in the forest, does anyone hear it?
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JD
We've seen some strange stuff too on our night rides in the woods...kids sniffing glue and offering us some (no we didn't take the offer), guys jerking off, couples fornicating right in the middle of the trail, homeless drunken wanderers, illegal hunters, dead people...
That's what makes a ride interesting of course... :-)
- CA-G
Can-Am Girls Kick Ass!
Life in the big [censored], eh? I'm still not used to it.
