Bed of Boneheads
I have to apologize for the quality of this photograph. It was taken through the windshield of my Jeep while in traffic at 86th and Meridian during rush hour. I also had in the back of my mind if your stupid enough to ride on the side of a pick up bed talking on your cell phone while smoking a cigarette with one foot dangling over the edge of the bed, you and your breather-en might be of the breed that likes to attempt to kick ones arse who is documenting a day in the life of a fool. How does it go? A murder of crows, a flock of doves, school of fish and a bed of boneheads...
4 Comments:
I like Rascal of Roscoes.
How about Kings Crown of Morons...
A quota of imbeciles?
A Rhode of flattened?
I am more concerned about his apparent absence of footwear. What if he falls out of that truck and has to walk home? He'll completely destroy those newish white socks.
Maybe he's on the phone with the local FootLocker to have a new pair delivered to him ... preferably before he steps out of that truck.
Maybe that one foot stinks and they made him hold it outside the truck.
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