Monday, August 21, 2006

Limp weapons on NY city streets

Next time you think your day job is tough...

I write about manly protuberances in romance novels. The purple-headed warrior of love comes charging home in victory, always at the ready, an enormous weapon of passion to conquer the quivering heroine as she breathlessly awaits him...

I never encounter one in the day job, well, not always. There was that naked guy one time in Jamaica, but... that's another story. And I've never had one pointed at me as a weapon.

A limp weapon.

Poor NY hack. It ain't easy being a NY cabbie, let alone having to deal with d**ks like this guy. I'm glad he didn't snap a photo of said offensive weapon. Then again, he didn't have a telephoto lens on him...

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