Wednesday, August 29, 2007

72 Ounce Deity

I was on Skype and could only find my cell phone, not the good camera, just after he was walking out of my field of view...but the old buzzard to the left of the boat looked just like the God of Cecil B. DeMille movies, white beard, long white hair and all. He was carrying a cane and Big Gulp from 7-Eleven. Dern, and I was so close.

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4 Comments:

At 1:10 PM, Blogger J. David Zacko-Smith said...

You know, I always suspected that God would be a fan of the Big-Gulp.

 
At 1:19 PM, Blogger Junk Thief said...

David - I also think he lives at Bernal Dwellings, the public housing project at 26th and Harrison. Or an S.R.O. in the Tenderloin.

 
At 5:25 PM, Blogger Dan said...

Oh my God!! That's my Quenchua!!!

Tell him to get his ass back home. The lawn needs mowing!

 
At 5:33 PM, Blogger Junk Thief said...

Dan - Uh, no offense, but it's Quechua not Quenchua. That may be why he keeps peeing in the rose bushes.

 

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