Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for October 01, 2012

Calling Mr. Trash! Mr. Trash, the neighborhood hottie doesn’t even notice my existence. What should I do? You seem to be trained in such matters….

These days Opus would be reading “Manual Labor for Dummies”.

(Sigh) I shook it and accidentally broke it!

After 20 years of highway construction, my brother got an office job with the state of Florida. He said it was nice to talk about something besides women, (that wasn’t the term he used) drinking and fighting. Oh, and one more thing; not having to use a Porto John.

@vonne anton, if you shook yours and broke it, it probably had a crack in it in the first place!

I knew I had reached a certain age when construction workers and the like stopped cat-calling at me. Sadly, that certain age was about 20. :/ (Not that I’m sad to walk down the street without being harassed, but a little sad that they were yowling at teenage girls when they were in their 40’s.)

And thus was born the term “Trash Talk”.

Reminds me of the “Sex And The City” episode where Miranda finally calls out the construction worker who’s been cat-calling her- not having dated in months she basically tells him “fine, you wanna go at it, let’s go!” He gets flustered and says “geez lady, I’m married!”