While we were at Virginia Beach we saw a pimp on a bike. Seriously.
During the fantastic drag 'o stuff back and forth to the beach, I had seen 2 women DEFINITELY walking the street in search of some business time. Oh my. There was no missing it. After we had left the beach and were taking The Force from shop to shop in search of his perfect "I was at the beach and got this awesome t-shirt that I'll outgrow in 3 months" vacation memory t-shirt (which, by the way, took us 4 beach shops to find because we looked at all the shirts in every shop only to have The Force say, "No, none of these, let's keep looking." He's 3. But I digress.) We came out of the last shop and headed across the street to get some ice cream. Mmmmmmmmmm, ice cream. And there they were. At Virginia Beach, lots of people rent these bicycle-cart thingys that look kind of like a carriage but you still have to pedal. There sat Big Pimpin' and his Girls having a little conference on the corner. Even The Force noticed. PB about busted his gut. I shook my head in disbelief that I didn't have my camera. My Ninjarazi skills could have been really put to the test... as could my recent gym skills as I may have needed to outrun a carriage-cycle pedalled by a pimp, or outrun two hoes in 6 inch hooker-heels.
Can you picture that?
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4 comments:
Oh Lord, that's funny! Aren't you glad The Force didn't see the guy before he picked his tee-shirt? Could have meant a visit to a whole other kind of souvinier shop!!
I am sitting here way past my bedtime, while everybody else snoozes..giggling at this! So funny- I would have peed in my pants.
Ahhhhhh, the memories. Of packing up kids in a car-not pimps and hoes(silly girl)the dvd thing-most awesome invention ever-except maybe chocolate covered pretzels and bacon(not together! geez louise I'm not that crazy!) I love how little kids are so black and white-and not afraid to say so. Aaaargh! Now if only E would quit demanding dessert for every bite of "real food" she eats it'd all be good.
Isn't it frustrating that the best pictures are the ones you're afraid to take? Oh well, my imagination may be better than the real thing. LMAO
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