On Friday I shared with you the misadventures of the HobOlympics at Venice Beach, and although the games have since closed, the Venice Surf Report notes that the hobo-athletes are already training for the next event. After dispensing with today's surf report (crappy conditions), the heroic blogger details how HobOlympian Christian passed out Sunday afternoon at the front of the pier, where — to the delight of families walking on the beach — he also lost control of his bladder.
How long are we going to tolerate this, America? People are only supposed to sleep in their own urine in the streets of Bangladesh, parts of India, and most of the Middle East. If officers of the law don't have the guts to quietly kill these threats to America's natural beauty, it's time for a new breed of vigilantism.
Now, I'm not saying that hobos HAVE to be killed. I'm sure there are all sorts of dangerous medical and scientific tests that a couple of them could survive. In fact, as I write this, cosmetics companies are torturing perfectly good monkeys and delicious rabbits when they could just as easily be putting bums to good use. Win-win.
I want more like this!
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