Attention: Kooks and Krazies Wanted

Living in L.A. is always an "adventure."  It never ceases to amaze me that weird shit always seems to happen out here, more so than anywhere else.  What is the deal really?  (this is not a rant, written w/ a moderate tone)  Was there some mass recruitment of all the nut jobs that live in other parts of the world, seeking asylum?  I wonder.  I was running around town, just for the fun of it, and I saw the oddest thing.  I was at a red light, and in front of me, this dude gets out of his SUV, looks around then shakes like he's doing the Harlem Shake.  How bizarre.  I just chuckled and thought, "well, here's another one for the books."

Comments

musco said…
I think I now understand better ... LOL!
August 7, 2010 at 6:28 PM
YankeeNaija said…
Musco! I'll kick your ass for that comment. lol. How Rude!
August 7, 2010 at 7:57 PM
Unknown said…
I wonder what the shaking was about. Maybe he has a shaking fetish of some sort, lol. Or he was doing something rather euw! Would not like to think!

Each to his own, I guess.
August 7, 2010 at 11:30 PM
YankeeNaija said…
LOL@ Nj: and it was a white guy too. so odd. got out of his car, shook, got back in and then drove off. I just shook my head. lol
August 8, 2010 at 12:01 AM
T.Notes said…
Thats a no-brainer YN!!!
He had a stiffie and wanted to get it into right/comfy position!Happens all the time. No biggie!Or then again, "Down Boy!"lol!
August 9, 2010 at 3:00 AM
YankeeNaija said…
TN: you have some major issues. lmao. only you would come up w/ that answer.
August 9, 2010 at 11:19 AM
inStilettos said…
Oh LoL!!! I really luv it here... LA's on my to do list.... Thanks for all the wonderful comments....
August 10, 2010 at 12:26 PM
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