Little Red Wagon Repairman
Step in my shop and I'll fix yours too.
So I woke up a little earlier this afternoon because I needed to make an extra stop to buy some weed. I drive down to the edge of Culver City hoping I could park my truck in front of the dispensary so I don't have to run the gauntlet of hobos under the 405 bridge. No spots available so I get a spot across the street on Sepulveda by the 7-ELEVEN. I jaywalk across the street then walk down toward Venice. Right before I go to the right at the bottom of the street I see this filthy black ass leaning east as I am heading south. Something begins to protrude that at first glance I thought may be his wiener. It wasn't. I was alert enough to jump out of the way of his oncoming torpedo then kept walking until I got my weed. I looked where I walked when I returned to my truck.