When young singles/young married couples/elderly people look to purchase real estate in the Greater Shreveport-Bossier area, most of the time the first place they look is in a quaint little neighborhood called Broadmoor. Broadmoor has streets filled with children playing and laughing, young twenty somethings jogging or walking their dog and enjoying the bungalow/cottage feel of the city. It really is a beautiful place to live and raise a family or to retire.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Today as I was perusing this neighborhood with my friend Chris, I see what I believe to be a blow up sex doll in the back of someone's yard. I point out said blow up sex doll to him and he says "No! I think that was a real person." We slam on the breaks and turn to look and sure enough, it was a real live woman laying out in her backyard, in pretty much nothing. We decided she was alive because I'm pretty sure I saw her take a swig of Boone's Farm "Strawberry Hill."
We make an immediate U-Turn.
We drive past again only to honk at her and drive away laughing. Then Chris realizes, "Do you have your camera?" Of course I do!!! I take it everywhere I go in case something as ridiculous as this should actually happen. I cringe at the thought of actually posting this photo, but hell, she put it all out there and CLEARLY wanted to be seen or she wouldn't have been doing this:
Apparently I spoke too soon yesterday when I posted Ultrasound Lady and called her the Epitome of Classiness, because this trumps the X-Ray of her uterus on display for all of Shreve Island to see. If this doesn't scream "Welcome to Broadmoor" I don't know what does.