Curator of Flotsam. Goes off on tangents.
This is from a Jensen-Byrd Wholesale hardware catalog from 1951, that my dad had and referred to once in a blue moon. A huge hardback thing that Mr. Drucker would haul out if he didn’t have what you needed in stock.
I imagine some guys would buy extra bulbs and lenses and extra D batteries, because night fishing is the best.
I found a batch of these novelty “Comic Cards” from probably the 1950’s? when I was rooting around in one of my filing cabinets.
In this one, two dogs have to pee, but they are afraid to use the only tree-like object in the vicinity, a rather imposing totem pole.
My dog doesn’t get the joke- He’s a squatter, not a leg-lifter.
Scroll down for more, but please note, they could be considered NSFW depending on how uptight your boss is.
The lady with the irritated nipples is looking at the sailor like, “See what shit I put up with?”
I don’t get this one. Didn’t she have about nine months to ascertain the identity of the father? Mom seems to be in shock. Maybe she never learned about the birds and the bees, and the flowers and the trees, and a thing called love.
PFC Looney was given a full military burial, and his high school football coach gave an inspiring speech at halftime, urging the team to “Win one for the Zipper!”
I would have called this bull a cowpoke, not a cowpuncher. But I’m not from around here.
Mr. Hotchkiss’ HMO doesn’t even cover three-headed babies.
“Where’s Alice?”
“Oh, she’s gone with the Schwinn again! She has this sudden obsession with bicycling.”
I picked up Grand Theft Auto 5 maybe two years ago now? Three? I enjoy driving around listening to the goofy talk radio.
Unfortunately, the idea is to follow a directed mission, I got stuck at the part where I am supposed to jump from a moving vehicle onto a boat that is being towed and the driver seems intent on not allowing me to complete this task, ludicrous as it is in the first place.
So I haven’t played it for some time. I got to thinking about it, normally I am not a big fan of cheat codes, but then again I’m getting older and my reflexes aren’t what they were. So it was either that or suffer the humiliation of asking my son to be a stunt double of sorts, which he would surely lord over me for a mighty long time.
I found what looks like a pretty good set of cheats at this page
https://ask2bro.blogspot.com/2019/07/ps4-gta-5-cheats-code.html
I am going to try it tomorrow because Teresa wants me to go in the living room and watch “That Girl” and “Green Acres” with her.
We have eclectic interests.
I think the lady has been sampling the “Barrel of Fun” assortment.
We have this free service from the post office that emails you scans of what you are going to get in the mail that day. I look at it first thing in the morning.
I am thinking about canceling that service.
Why? Because this morning it showed we were getting letters from the IRS. So I fretted about that all morning. Turned out it was just a bill for $8.47 interest, stemming from amended taxes for the previous year.
I was so happy, I drew smiley faces and little hearts on the check, and sprayed it with Teresa’s perfume.
There is no way I am taking a dozen rugrats to the buffet, I don’t care if I can feed them for ten bucks.
I found this little roadrunner novelty souvenir at a thrift store a while back.
He’s a cute little guy… just a little roadrunner doll, made in Japan. At least, I hope it’s just a doll. I can’t imagine capturing and going through whatever the taxidermy process is on a baby roadrunner, would be economical.
Continue reading “Be careful what you wish for, coyote..”
I am not sure why this paragraph bothers me, it seems to be grammatically correct, yet it can give the wrong impression at first glance;
” “Doug!” scolded Patty Martin, mother to the park’s unofficial mayor, a French bulldog named Louie, and wife to the head of gastroenterology at Washington Hospital Center. She, too, thought the complainers were being selfish. “
This is from an article about yet another squabble about barking dogs. It’s newsworthy because rich people are involved.
Dog Park Divides the Rich and PowerfulWe went to the Evergreen State Fair in Monroe on Friday. If you have ever been to the fair, well there you are. Nothing is really different.
As expected, everything was overpriced. (Nine bucks for an elephant ear!! Are they using real elephants??)
We did enjoy visiting the critters and the various judged exhibits. I got a BLT from the everything bacon joint but got my Pepsi elsewhere, because I don’t care for bacon-flavored soda. Fortunately, it was not anywhere near the swine exhibits; and the wind wasn’t blowing that way.
For me, the highlight was the corn on the cob. I wonder if they have some secret farm mom recipe for preparing it? I was tempted to have two!
It was a pleasant day, and we got a great deal on an 8 person Jacuzzi spa. Tall cowboy guy tipped me off.
