jsrockit
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The best was your icebreaker when you were directly asked if you were a cop, "Just because I'm a white guy doesn't mean I'm a cop." LOL.
Well, as a bald white guy...I get this a lot in certain neighborhoods.
The best was your icebreaker when you were directly asked if you were a cop, "Just because I'm a white guy doesn't mean I'm a cop." LOL.
Well, as a bald white guy...I get this a lot in certain neighborhoods.
Pretty funny that you were identified as Five-Oh because of the Kojack look.
Well, as a bald white guy...I get this a lot in certain neighborhoods.
And, I'm not exactly the cop type personality wise.
Lauffray, I can't believe I forgot we saw this, but do you often see people getting busy underneath a bridge in Montreal (like we saw in Harlem)? 😉
Gotta love Calzone's stories btw 🙄
As for getting busy, I used to live near 94St and 118Ave in Edmonton. I once saw a patron doing his business with a painted lady in the alley behind my house when I was walking to the bus stop going to work.
What's a painted lady?
As for getting busy, I used to live near 94St and 118Ave in Edmonton. I once saw a patron doing his business with a painted lady in the alley behind my house when I was walking to the bus stop going to work. He paused while I walked behind them and continued as I got a few steps away. She was too stoned to notice him doing his thing, let alone me walking by.
Hence, why I moved to a nice small town when we had kids 🙂
yeah, I think it refers to thick make up on a cheap hooker. Or at least that's what I always took it to mean. I was looking for a nice way to describe....
My Wife and I bought 11818-94St about ten years ago. The day we moved in I had to cut the grass as it had been vacant during the sale process. There were two nasty hookers passed out on the front lawn and they didn't move until the lawn mower was within feet of them.
I came home one day from work and had to pick my Wife up to go somewhere so I pulled up in front of the house. She came out and started to get in the car when one of the tramps came running up yelling at her. Apparently she thought I was a John and my Wife was in her territory!
There was a crack dealer three houses down. I found used needles in our back yard more than once. Bums tried to sleep under our cars. The housing boom hit and we more than doubled our money selling that crap hole. I DON'T MISS IT!
It would be a superb place for a street shooter to live! You wouldn't have to go anywhere to find all kinds of interesting things! Photographers should be flocking to the neighbourhood 😉