We’ve all asked ourself the question, “Where does the time go?” I think I have the answer to that question. Look at the photo below:
It’s quite obvious. Troy is stealing time from the rest of us. How else could they be the city of tomorrow, today?
We’ve all asked ourself the question, “Where does the time go?” I think I have the answer to that question. Look at the photo below:
It’s quite obvious. Troy is stealing time from the rest of us. How else could they be the city of tomorrow, today?
What have you heard from the Surgeon General?
Our new landlord is rather fond of shall we say, vibrant wall colors. Our new hallway colors appear to be chosen from the cover of one of Jakob Nielsen’s usability books.
I was nine and going to my grandmother’s for my birthday. I loved going to my grandmother’s house. It was creaky, dark and she had children’s books dating back to the 1920s. The only odd thing about her was her recipes were … unexpected, to say the least.
This particular birthday, I was dropped off to spend the weekend at my grandmother’s with my cousin, whose birthday was a few days before mine. She made a cake for both of us.
“Do you like chocolate cake, boys?” Silly question. Of course we did. She returned with a cake with strange green frosting. Something appeared to be moving on top of the frosting. My cousin and I looked at each other nervously.
“Grandma?”
“Yes, dear?”
“What is that brown stuff on the top of the cake?”
“Coca-Cola. I know how you kids love soda, so I poured some all over the cake.”
“Oh.”
“Grandma?”
“Yes, David?”
“May I be excused?”
Carpet Cleaner #1: “Dude, you ever been to Screaming Eagle Casino?”
Carpet Cleaner #2: “Do you mean, Soaring Eagle?”
CC #1: “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, that one. I been there last week and I wasn’t s’pposed to be cause I’m on probation still.”
CC #2: “What the Hell for?
CC #1: “Oh, my ole lady turn me in cause I shit in her sock.”
CC #2: “The Hell. Just for that?
CC #2: “Wait. This the same broad that made you a cake outta watermelon?”
CC #1: “No, this is another one. Jill, man. I’ll shit in her sock again tonight if she don’t shut up.”
Long-time reader Nikki snapped this glamour shot of a Capybara with a umm, foreign substance on his nose.
I apologize for not having a photo to accompany this post. Really. The best freak in my entire Freak Watching career apears and I am without camera. Shameful. For weeks now, the baristas at a certain major coffee chain have been bugging me to get a photograph of Joan. Joan is a transvestite, which to me does not qualify as a freak. I see nothing wrong with cross-dressing.
Then I met Joan.
Picture Abe Vigoda in a skirt. Add a second-hand, puce sweater and dowdy, brown skirt.
Oh, and a talking purse named Cindy.
Cindy doesn’t really talk, or at least, not in a dimension that you or I have access to. Cindy gives Joan all of her instructions. Cindy also has three boyfriends and rides in the front seat of Joan’s slightly damaged Ford Festiva. Joan holds Cindy up to her ear like a phone and gives instructions to the baristas:
“Cindy would like a chocolate chip cookie.”
The baristas are expected to reach into Cindy for money. Most refuse, on the fear that some type of cannibal gnome lives in the purse. I don’t blame them.
Next time, I will have photos. I promise.
Someone pointed me to the second in a series of products that I simply do not grasp. This one being Preggie and Queasy Pops.
I shit you not.
Preggie Pops are alleged to ease morning sickness. This is no doubt a great relief to many women who will wonder if they cause pregnancy. I wonder, do they come in sperm flavor? Is the center filled with Contraceptive Jelly?
It’s the Queasy Pops that have me a little off-put. Do they make one ill? Perhaps you ram one down the throat with great force to induce vomiting. Do they come in queasy flavors, such as Toothpaste-Orange Juice, delicious Salsa-Berry Yogurt, and my personal favorite: sumptuous Catnip Omelette.
What if other diseases and medical conditions had their own treats? Candida Candies, Bubonic Bon-bons, or Plague Pops anyone?
I know you can do better. Let’s hear ’em.
Photo by Cilest, sent in by the lovely Jen
I make things. People buy them.
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