Night of the Molester

Lester continues to do whatever he can to prove that he's a pederast.

Look at the way Lester looks at these guys that walk by him. I guess Lester the Molester is in the mood for Mexican tonight.

Retard Alert!

I'm not sure what numb nuts here is doing, but he looks like a f***ing retard. I'm counting down the moment when dick head drops dead because of lack of oxygen.

Rooster is Alive, But Hardly Doing Well

It has been a while since I saw The Rooster. The last two times, I was driving by and saw him trying to cover ground with a walker in his hand. He didn't look to well. That was about 4 weeks ago. I was starting to wonder whether he had actually skipped down, was hospitalized, or had passed away.

While leaving work yesterday, I was happy to see The Rooster again walking down 12th street. He was still only walking about 0.001 miles an hour, and had replaced his walker with a cane. After snapping the first photo, I decide to turn around and pull over to go talk to him.

It was raining, and Rooster was heading for shelter. He seemed well spirited, but wasn't keen on getting wet from the rain. I asked if he was doing okay. He said that he had broken his hip and had somewhere around 27 stitches. Then Rooster asked me if I could give him a ride. I'll admit I was a little reserved at this question, being that I have heard The Rooster had some foul body odor. But at the same time, it was raining outside and he wasn't moving to fast with that broken hip. I told him to wait there for a moment while I ran to grab my car.
When I returned, The Rooster had materialized a cigarette butt from thin air (or the ground). I told him to toss it away, and that I had a fresh one for him that he could have. With a healing hip Rooster struggled a little to get into my truck, but I helped him along. After the door had shut I started to prepare myself for whatever aroma that might be resonating from him. But honestly, the only thing I could smell was the cigarette that he had just puffed on before hoping in.

Take a look at the picture above. One thing I noticed is that Rooster was a lot more cleaned up. Plus, his clothes seemed to have been freshly washed. He asked if he could have that cigarette I promised him. We chatted a little about where I work, and he mention that he comes in often. I don't think that he recognized me as the guy whose been posting picture and videos of him all over the internet. He also didn't notice that I was taking a picture of him while driving.

I only drove Rooster up the street a few blocks. He said he was good to go, and that the place of business that we were at had his truck and trailer. He thanked me, and I told him it was not problem at all. I told him to be careful and take care. He said that the old Rooster would be back to kickin' ass in short time. I believe him.

After I dropped Rooster off, I realize that there was something strangely different about him this time than the previous times I had encountered him. Looking back at the pictures, especially looking into his eyes, I notice that the tenacity and ferocity that normally resides in The Rooster is missing. The Rooster is wounded, perhaps even stung.

I suspect I know where The Rooster has been residing for the last few weeks. Not too far down the street from where I first saw him is the jail. Well, at least he was able to shower up and hopefully was able to get a bit to eat.

I am sure that The Rooster will return, and in full health. From the guy who inspired the novel First Blood and after fending of Satan at the cross roads, I expect nothing less.

A Girl Named Ralph

I know this picture is hard to see. I was about 50 yards away and sitting in a parked car. See the figure on the right. I promise you, that is a drunk girl ralphing in someone elses flowerbed.

I saw them walking by, the girl was covering her mouth, and when she started going for the kill one of her guy friends set her down next to the flower garden and helped give her cover so that people wouldn't see her.

Ute's Fan

Was going to go see a Utah Utes game, and I know that it is not abnormal for people to paint their faces and wear cheese heads. But this guy's pants are killing me.

Mr. Poopy Pants Returns

Mr. Poopy Pants is back and damn does he smell bad. This guy is always half cracked out. Notice in the video below how quickly he jumps when someone enters the door behind him. He seems like a nice guy. But it's been an hour now and we're talking about bad it smells in here. It's like a mixture of BO and diesel fuel. This guy is going to become hazardous material if this continues on.

Hair Fail: WTF

Damn! Look at that hairdo!

Scooby Dooby Doo Where Are You: Reader Submission

I've heard about this guy, but have yet to see him around town. Luckily, an avid reader found this picture on a friends facebook and passed it along.The people in this city are cracking me up.

Skeletor

I'm torn between two names for this guy. On one hand his face is so tight around his skull that he looks like Skeletor. But on the other, he's chomping away with his jaw like Pac-Man. Watch the video and you decide.

Lester the Molester Forever

This is so weird that he's creeping me out. Yesterdays attempt to get good pictures of Lester the Molester didn't work out so well. This time I stuck to the guns, and I finally acquired the images to warrant calling this guy a molester. Just look below and see those eyes staring at you. Yeah, you feel a little dirty don't you. Me too.

Take look at the video below. One thing I've noticed is how every time he looks at one of the girls in the office he gets this smile on his face like a type of sodomy just entered his mind. I left the camera rolling a little after he left so that you get a chance to hear what the ladies in the office thing of this guy.

A did a little searching online. Aparently, Lester has attacked before. The victims have a little PA anouncement for everyone to listen to.

Meet Mr. Poopy Pants

I'll be honest, I've seen this guy come in a couple times and haven't recorded him. Well, that luxury is over. I gave him a chance to never come back, and he left me no choice now. A girl in the office gave this guy his name, Mr. Poopy Pants. I haven't had the pleasure yet of getting close enough to smell him. But I hear that it is pretty bad; like a mixture of shit and diesel fuel. Some times the stench from this guy will linger around for about 20 minutes.



Usually, he's a little more cracked out than he demonstrates here. However, this video was taken at 9:00 AM. So, he hadn't had a chance to smash an 8 ball yet.

Epic Fail: Reader Submission

As if we didn't already know?

An avid read sent me this picture while they were shopping at Wal-Mart. You would think that a sign like this wouldn't be necessary, being that most people purchase Bud Light because it is an alcoholic beverage. But apparently, not enough people have figured that out in Utah to a point that seems to be a need for a sign that basically states the obvious.

Most people in Utah are extremely ignorant. Perhaps, if they tried shopping on all seven days of the week, instead of closing on Sundays, they would have a chance to educate themselves on the culture that lives around them.

Lester the Molester Returns

Lester the Molester Returns. To be honest, this guy has come in a couple times before and I didn't recognize him with the beard and longer hair. I wish I had a better picture of him. The way he looks at the ladies in the office is so creepy. I've never seen eyes from another human being that actually looked like he was thinking about eating everyone in the office. And yes, I know, that's what she said.

I tried getting closer to this guy to take a few more pictures, but he had that look like he was wondering how often I put lotion on my skill so that later, when he is mauling my face with his teeth, he could make body suit out of me.

Don't remember Lester? Well, it's been a while but you can click here to see the original post.

The Spuce Goose Goes For a Strole

Don't remember The Spruce Goose? Click here to refresh the memory.

Sexy Beast!

Slow down big sexy. You're turning me on.

Rooster Says He's Tired of the Mormons and that He's Leaving Utah!

Well folks, it been a good run, but this could be the last we see of The Rooster. He says he's tired of Utah and he's out of here. Now, I know that The Rooster says a lot things. But this time it think he's serious.





Though I think that it's sad that someone stole White Lightning from The Rooster, I hope that she's in a home that will provide her with shelter, food, and love.

Boyfriend/Son Again

I realize that videos of this guy might not be that entertaining. He doesn't sing or dance and the stench that comes off of him doesn't transfer well across a visual medium such as video. But notice how this guy almost never shuts up. He goes to tell you one thing, and he goes on, and on, and on. And does he have another shirt besides that grey one? I don't know if I've even seen him where anything else.

My favorite part is near the :59 mark.

Epic Fail: Mayor of Comma Town Returns - Reader Submission

Thanks to a reader submission the Mayor of Comma-town returns! This job must be exhausting. I've yet to see this guy ever awake and actually working. I feel sorry for the last place he worked at before this. I bet he walked around like a zombie, hardly ever helped a customer, and got assed out every time they made him actually do something productive like climbing a ladder.



Got help his new job if they give him a raise. It's productiveness like this that led to the downfall of the economy.

Walmarts in Ogden

Fire Starter

Sounds like a brillant idea asshole. Why don't you grow a set and stick your head a little closer to the fire, and try not to spill your beer. Somebody should have done this guy a favor and stepped right on the back on his head and held it down just a little bit longer than comfortable.



In fact, I change my mind. Don't bother growing a set. Ever. People like this shouldn't breed. But I know that they do. Don't believe me? Click here and you'll see some mistakes that should have been abortions.