And, who can doubt her after my Q & A tonight with the Queen of Morse -- as she stopped by the Morse Avenue 'L' -- aggressively pan-handling every CTA rider -- after rider -- as they exited less than 20 feet from the Morse 'L' entrance.
Not to mention a few feet from her favorite liquor store, and less than 10 feet from an ATM machine.
Not only that, she was giving passers-by the business when they didn't "pony up" money for another drink of cheap Vodka in a plastic bottle.
You gotta love the Queen of Morse. She has a way with words.
BLOGNOTES #1: Don't try to give her a kiss or hug instead of a buck or two. Gidget has a nasty looking lump on her upper lip. You may have to go to the clinic in the morning. That may cost you a buck or three.
BLOGNOTES #2: Gidget had no clue she was due in court on December 4th. Me thinks she going to stand me up on the date. Because I still intend on showing up.
8 comments:
Does someone have a hard on for Gidget? Sounds like some one has the hots for her and just can't score.
That is disturbing. Yikes. You would have to triple or quadruple your protection buddy. On second thought, celibacy.
You should offer her a bath once Christine is done.
Well I think this is a very important profile of a real life troll that likes to live under the bridge (Morse EL stop). Good to give everyone the heads up, I will remember not to kiss her if I run into her ;)
A scrub down like they did to Bruce Willis in "twelve monkeys" wouldn't even do the trick.
If you stupid bleeding heart liberals would stop giving the bitch money, she would find a better place to hang out.
There is a reason why she stays on Morse...IT PAYS!!
I educate people when Gidget shows up closer to the college, and that's why she rarely comes to my neck of the woods.
There is a piece of shit who begs from a wheelchair at Dominick's on Broadway, I caught him at the end of his shift more than a few times getting a case of pissbeer with his daily beggings. But of course, if somebody is disabled, they are above criticism and can only be praised and coddled. Maybe I should cut off some limb and I can return to Everyblock and run buck wild like Phoebe does with her imaginary friends.
A guy at the now burned downed Dominick's on Broadway would be on crutches with a cardboard sign what seemed like 8 hours a day, begging for change.
One evening heading home I see the SOB walking like he didn't have a pain in the world down Barry Avenue holding his crutches in his hands. He got into a sharp looking gold Cadillac parked on Barry and Clark and drove away.
He was neither handicapped, nor poor. But playing one in front of the store paid better than working.
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