Come and get it.
[Found in here.]
Category: Odd
Noses Revisited
I have rowses and rowses of noses and noses
And why they all growses I really can’t guess.
No lilies or roses, just cold-catching noses,
And when they all blowses, it’s really a mess.
They runs and they glowses, these sneezity noses,
They drips and they flowses, they blooms and they dies.
But you can’t bring no noses to fine flower showses
And really expect them to give you a prize.
But each mornin’ I goeses to water with hoses
These rowses of noses that I cannot sell,
These red sniffly noses that cause all my woeses,
Why even the crowses complain that they smell.
Why noses, not roses? Well, nobody knowses.
Why do you supposes they growses this thick?
But since there’s no roses come gather some noses —
I guarantee each one’s a good nose to pick.
–Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)
If you have a child and you’ve not purchased any of Shel Silverstein’s illustrated tomes, I hope your chili always burns, and that it always be cold. [Image found here.]
Blown Away
Don’t read too much into it, I just liked the colors. The duckie survived, unharmed, except for a couple of piercings.
[Image found in here.]
Prove it.
The more I study this photo the funnier it gets. Obviously the guy got tired of repeatedly answering the same question, so there must have been a lot of people stopping by unannounced.
The answer to the puzzle appears to be the unusual scarecrow behind him – a giant snake head that waves in the breeze, overlooking a field of bird and bunny food and disturbing the neighbors for miles around. I want one.
[Image found somewhere in here.]
Be A Queen Bee? I’ll Pass.
It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
[Image found here.]
Hulkmobile Babe Magnet
Saturday Matinee – Mull, Martin, Plastics, Grisman & Garcia, King & Preston &, um, Willis
Martin Mull in 1973 gets back to his roots in the Lake Erie delta.
Martin Mull’s college roommate was Steve Martin who was no slouch on banjo.
Awesome. I can play the plastic scale, too, but putting it into a high-speed vid makes the grade.
Now THIS is really annoying, so much so that I’m not going to post it here. You’re on you’re own, and I dare you to listen to the whole tutorial. I couldn’t do it, but I can listen through this:
David Grisman & Jerry Garcia doing B.B. King’s classic “Thrill is Gone.”
To close it out, here’s B.B. King himself with Billy Preston and, um, Bruce Willis on harp. Have a great weekend folks, and remember that most of us can play harp better than Bruce Willis, who’s got no business at all in that lineup.
The Gif Friday Post No.138 – Scissor Kick, Coin Drop, Flying Saucer Dog
Sub-Basic Pizza
Seems to me that it would’ve been cheaper to order a hamburger with a couple of toasted extra buns, but that involves a lot of planning and logistics, not to mention the aggravation of travel time.
I’d have sent it back because the beef is not on the left half side, just to see how the pizzaman resolved the problem without using Elmer’s. Of course, if I did that, pizzaman would block my phone number. Not worth it.
[Found here.]
5:06:07 08/09/10
It happened this morning. It’ll happen again this afternoon. Thought you’d like to know [via].
Tacky Raccoons 