Thursday, July 29, 2010

... and maybe my car keys. I had to take the bus.

nakedwallet

12 comments:

Scott Oglesby said...

"I have no idea what happened. Some guy at a picnic showed me a foxtrot medal and the next thing I know….."

Or

“I knew that damn mescaline tasted like LSD!”

katrocket said...

Is he clenching?

Cooper Green said...

Scott, the mistake he made was trying to attach his medal with a staple gun. Good thing the cleaners knew how to remove blood stains.

Kat, I think you'll agree that I was wise in deciding to crop this photo at precisely that point where his cheeks were dealing with an intrusion that can only be hinted at in a family-safe blog such as this one.

kirby said...

Well, at least he still has a slot for his bus pass.

Cooper Green said...

Ha! That's true, Kirby, but if I were the bus driver I think I'd just take his word for it.

bschooled said...

I think what I find most disconcerting is the "come hither" look on the dry cleaner's face.

ps. I think he's lying about the wallet. He looks like he's more the assless chaps-type.

Cooper Green said...

I think you might be confusing that look with a gas attack, Bea. I have it on good authority he had mussels and Pepsi for lunch, an explosive mixture. Besides, to me he looks too old to hither. We'd have to consult Mrs. White Dove, but I doubt he has hithered since that day they got stuck in the Grouse Mountain gondola six years ago.


Interesting also that you can spot assless chaps types from the back so readily, without even a glimpse of his face. You have apparently been a regular at the Calgary Stampede, especially those out of the way places just off the Red Mile. Tsk. Not for me to judge, but tsk.

bschooled said...

Just so you know, that would really hurt if it wasn't true.

(Right in the hurty part of my heart, even.)

Duncanr said...

Hey, I used to work at the Calgary Stampede :-))

Cooper Green said...

Bea, you laughed at my dimpled whoopee, okay? I was there, I remember, it hurt, and sorry about the hurty part of your heart but I guess we're even. And that was the last time I ever wore my Ricardo Montalban chaps, just so you know but don't feel bad because that's all behind me and now we're even. Fourteen hundred dollars, and I never wore them again, but don't feel bad. We're even, okay?

Hey, Dunc, great of you to drop by! It's not like you accidentally stumbled into a sensitive, supercharged atmosphere just now or anything, we're just having a discussion. Calgary Stampede? Never heard of it. Feel like going for a beer? Ricardo and I were going to tip a pint at the Blackfish, and it would be great if you could join us. Next time you're in Canada, I mean. You up for that?

(As unlikely as it is to happen, I'd jump at the chance to have a beer with either of you guys. For the record.)

nursemyra said...

That's one helluva tight arse

Cooper Green said...

Tight indeed, Myra. The more wallets he loses, the tighter it gets.