I think I met Bob Butthole from Circle Jerk, Kansas on Saturday. He was standing in front of Planned Parenthood in Overland Park with a sign that read "Don't Murder Your Baby, Mommy!" 😜
Enjoyable read as always Lee. While not on par with the 15 year old hooker, many years ago tailgating at a Chiefs game, and this happened numerous times, Mom and Dad would bring "Billy Bob Jr." around the parking lot. Dressed in cowboy garb, BBJ did rope tricks for money while Mom and Dad looked on and then hustled him to the next tailgate. Shit like that just rubs me wrong.
And it should rub you the wrong way. When someone takes advantage of other peoples' tendency to be nice and polite it pisses me off as well. And I'm glad you enjoyed the article.
The Padres had just acquired Oscar Gamble and we were in the cheap seats enjoying the day. Every time Gamble took center field, a fan a few rows down from us would go the railing right above where Gamble stood and let loose with the most creative string of compound words, I was sure he must’ve had Tourette’s. Finally about the 6th or 7th inning, he returned to his seat after another barrage of hyphenated insults. His pal turned to him and said, “Whatever happened to ‘asshole’?”
I think I met Bob Butthole from Circle Jerk, Kansas on Saturday. He was standing in front of Planned Parenthood in Overland Park with a sign that read "Don't Murder Your Baby, Mommy!" 😜
Sounds like him.
Enjoyable read as always Lee. While not on par with the 15 year old hooker, many years ago tailgating at a Chiefs game, and this happened numerous times, Mom and Dad would bring "Billy Bob Jr." around the parking lot. Dressed in cowboy garb, BBJ did rope tricks for money while Mom and Dad looked on and then hustled him to the next tailgate. Shit like that just rubs me wrong.
And it should rub you the wrong way. When someone takes advantage of other peoples' tendency to be nice and polite it pisses me off as well. And I'm glad you enjoyed the article.
This was a good read.
The Padres had just acquired Oscar Gamble and we were in the cheap seats enjoying the day. Every time Gamble took center field, a fan a few rows down from us would go the railing right above where Gamble stood and let loose with the most creative string of compound words, I was sure he must’ve had Tourette’s. Finally about the 6th or 7th inning, he returned to his seat after another barrage of hyphenated insults. His pal turned to him and said, “Whatever happened to ‘asshole’?”
Was that you?
The timing is close, Oscar played for the Padres in '78 and I was there in '79 so I've got an alibi.