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Okay, this time is probably is just me but I had no idea Charlie Crist was this desperate:

Marsupial Madness: Politicians seek votes at Possum fest

According to the story, the Possum Fest (how Red Green is that?) is held in Wausau, Florida. I'd never heard of Wausau (unless you count the old insurance commercial, "The companies of Wausau...") and I'm willing to bet neither had Charile. He probably thought it was Warsaw and he was courting the Polish vote.

But back to my main point...a Possum Festival? We've got a Kumquat Festival, a Rattlesnake Festival, even an Underwater Music Festival. I'll endeavor to list more in another post, but back to my main point...a Possum Festival? Yep (although that possum looks an awful lot like a chinchilla to me, they even boast: "Arts, Crafts & Good Old' Possum Ice Cream!").

I don't even want to know...

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at August 06, 2006 09:25 | link | comments (1)

Overheard on Gunn

Okay, you've heard about Overheard In New York, the blog detailing crazy/funny/uh-oh dialogues overheard in the streets of New York city and submitted by the overhearers? This past Sunday I had one of those moments while waiting at the light at Gunn and Anderson. You know how they now have those (I have seen them called) beings hawking the Trib and the St. Pete Times at the corners? I'm waiting for the light to change, window down, it wasn't that bad out early, and the very-homeless looking woman at my corner is jacking around with a guy who has walked up. Apparently a former acquaintance from the streets.

She's talking up a foul-mouthed storm. "I f***in' heard about Ed, man." He f***in' got what he deserved, f***in' right."

"Yeah," say the equally grubby guy, "What happened?"

"F***in'-a, man, he's f***in' laying on his f***in' ass around the f***in' house, not doin' a f***in' thing. I go to him, I go, 'F*** dude, get off your f***in' ass and get a f***in' job like me.'"

"Damn staight," says the grubby guy.

"F***, man, I tell him, 'I'm out on the f***in' streets every f***in' day bringin' in however the f*** much I can. I'm sellin' these f***in' things [waves one of the Sunday papers at an equally uncomfortable but stranded corner-waiter like me], here, f***in' take this, it's paid for [sticking the paper through the Audi's window as it electronically begins to rise and close]."

"F***in' workin' like a f***in' Jamaican, sellin' this sh**. Baggin' groceries, sellin' f***in' anything I can get my f***in' hands on, and that's plus goin' to work and drivin' that f***in' Bob and on top of all that, collectin' my f***in' unemployment."

...and Ed's complaining.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at August 05, 2006 08:24 | link | comments (2)