Don’t Blow Up My Bike

Skunkgal went on a White House tour, parked her bike nearby, and came back to the spectacle of alarmed Secret Service personnel about to cut her bike loose and blow it up. Apparently dirty clothes in a bike basket look like bombs.

Roving Asian mendicant, can occasionally be seen wandering the streets of downtown Washington, muttering unintelligible gibberish to passers-by while pushing a “bag lady” shopping cart full of old blankets, American flags, soda cans, and healthy secondhand snacks from organic food shop dumpsters. Used to live in a cardboard box at 16th and K but the rent was too expensive.

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