There's nothing quite like the incredibly
suggestive,
visceral and
poignant imagery spouted out of the lips of our
street hugging
sages here in good ole
New York City.
This one was overheard this morning while leaving the subway... a right upstanding middle aged lass with her nose high in the air refused to pay the morning begging toll in an overly rude fashion - and all this got her was a dirty bearded man running after her chanting:
"My ass, Your Face!"
"My ass, Your Face!"
"My ass, Your Face!"
"My ass, Your Face!"
"My ass, Your Face!"
"My ass, Your Face!"
He eventually gave up the chase.