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Florida has its share of zanies, but being a nudist down here doesn't make you crazy, it just makes you warmer than your nudist in Rhode Island or Minnesota. 





Saw this guy walking down 34th Street with, evidently, everything he owns in the world strapped to his back.  Old, regal, world-wise looking face.  There are photographers who walk the streets of cities with $5.00 bills ready to give to these types so they can take their portraits.  I'm not that rich or brave. 



I saw this lady, or rather clown, at the bus stop near the Mall.  Oh come on, people!


Kudos to these Mall cops.  In front of us were two gentlemen sagging (wanting us to see their boxers with their pants below their ass-cheeks).  These two cops approached and told them to hike up their pants.  Nice to see some civilization down here.  They also tell me there is a new policy that there is no sagging in public schools.  Apparently Florida got tired of being lumped in with Arizona and Illinois for scuzziness and elevated their game.  Send your emails lambasting this writer to two.mikes@hotmail.com.  Sorry, Illinois but when your last two governors are in the pen, your state is scuzzy.


WHEN PIGS FLY

Saw this recently.  Hang on!





Neat video of the evolution of our Moon

 I am now in month 5 of my NO WAL-MART lifestyle.  Five months without dropping them a penny.  My life is so much better.  On a recent drive-by I did spot this warrior bird nesting in a Wal-Mart light stanchion.


What bored people end up doing for fun when their significants take them shopping all day.  


Yup.  My feet.  Took a dip last week and just had to show you the poor conditions upon which I must exist here at Shawshank.  I'm in day 940 of my captivity.



I spotted this guy while at the gas station the other evening.  I was a bit speechless but I asked him what kind it was and he told me but I have forgotten.  Something like a "Yellow-Crested Thing-A-Ma-Bob" It started to whistle and fluff its feathers and the guy said she liked me.  Apparently it comes from Australia, and I just bet you'll never see something like this at a gas station in BFE.

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