They really love that one too.
GMTA!!! Last week while walking through Kluczynski Federal Plaza (Jackson & Clark, downtown Chicago) I happened by a group of the anti-war bed-wetting urine-soaked peaceniks as they were beating their war drum chanting "no blood for oil!" I walked right in front of the 50'ish pony-tailed hippie freak peacnick, got right in his face, took 3 deep sniff's (sniff, sniff, sniff!) then shouted at him "Try soap next time, MORON!" And then as I walked away, I yelled at him "Didn't your daddy tell you back in the 60's to get a f***ing haircut already?!" and then went on my merry way.
It was a fine fall morning in Chicago, indeed!
And RedWing my friend, EVERY DAMN' morning these idiots are out there, I let 'em have it. It's at the point that they see me coming and do anything & everything to not make eye contact and turn away from me. :-)
I have my own little "freep" every morning. LOL!!!