Martin Luther King Jr. was born 15 January 1929. Its a shame that so many self-serving politicians and faux civil rights organizations have co-opted and distorted his legacy.
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When Planetross says there are a lot of bums near the train station, he’s not kidding. I mean, just look at this maasterpiece. The locals fondly refer to it as:
アメリカ人は、この記念碑でよく笑う。彼らはそれを面白いと思う。
Located at the rear end of the plaza, you pass the gas station. It’s on the backside. For best results, photograph this statue during a full moon while standing upwind.
The monument already had a lot of cracks in it by the time it was installed. It’s been said that the sculptor always gets behind in his work.
Not trying to be cheeky; it tookus no time at all to come up with these terrible buns. Butt I digrass… The title of this work o fart?
The Acrobutts.
The End.
P.S. I suppose that the steel hoops protecting the sculpture represent the Rings around Uranus. Yeah, I know. I just had to say it.
[Planetross found it near his house, kinda; kudos to S.Le who provided the name for the stack ‘o glutes. Possibly related posts here, here and here.]
Police Officer Martin Duffy rappels down the side of 2430 Adam Clayton Powell Blvd. in Harlem to shoot a 400-pound Bengal-Siberian tiger, that was kept in an apartment, with a tranquilizer. The sedated tiger, named Ming, and a 3-foot caiman alligator were removed from the building. The animals’ owner was tracked down in Philadelphia and charged with reckless endangerment.
[Image found here with description embedded. Full story from 2003 here.]
I was looking for a song that I heard in the mid-seventies that had these lyrics:
I want to be a bus;
I want to be a big bus;
I want to bus the world around;
I want to be the biggest bus to ever bus the world around.
The google machine didn’t help; neither did the Utoobage search. Meh.
And Now For Our Feature Presentation:
Ernest Borgnine On The Bus (Part 1).