Here we are…

In the bag? A half eaten tuna fish sandwich, his pocket lint collection, and a human head.

No sir, I don’t need you to clean my windshield.

He and Nick Nolte should team up.

I’m just waiting for the picture that captures in one place Gary Busey, Nick Nolte, Al Pacino, and Russel Brand. Then again, paps don’t often visit soup kitchens.

Homeless panhandler: “Excuse me sir, do you have any spare ch…uh….nevermind.”

To the surprise of everyone, the bag didn’t contain three years worth of his cat’s farts, but rather a delicious turkey club sandwich from the deli at the end of the street.

Every year, Gary returns to the curb he headbutted to give a piece of his brain in a brown paper bag as an offering to the appease the gods of concrete.

Now I just gotta find a good house to put this bag on the porch and light it!

Dear LORD! That rhino is ramming that car!

Dial 1800-gybusey for hot bum sex.

Look at ‘im…reduced to fetching Jessica Simpson’s lunch.

Last seen peddling Valencia oranges just off the interstate.

“Honey, don’t pay the ransom. I got away!”

“Mommy the school bus is late !”

Bag man for the homeless.