A guest entry forwarded by a Dark Arts enchantress who kept the photographer's identity a secret. For the record, "Baaaaa says the goat!" is a factual statement.
No way would I disobey that sign.
I wonder if the guy who made this sign is named Barry.
Time for some Boonesbarry!
This way to heaven, folks.
Welcome, mate, to the land of Down Underwear.
A zygote abandoned in the snow.
Woof.
Dubious Erin at 3:42 p.m.
Mystery machine.
RIP Mr. Mouse. Or is it a rat? Dunno. (For reference, that is the edge of my shoe at the bottom of the photo.)
I want some damn $.69 Sissors!
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12 comments:
I'm not for certain, but for what it's worth, I think that mystery machine is an old timey pill counter from a pharmacy. At least, that's what it looks like from here.
Bluebarry for the win.
cute pair of undies...
I believe the "down underwear" might be better labeled..."this way to heaven folks"
I was just WAITING for someone to take that bait, Hass. Welcome!
In case anyone was wondering, the first sign Erin posted is in the window of Seattle's truly excellent 5 Point Cafe, and the sign orignally said "Cook on Duty," as the 5 Point is a 24 hour eatery, only some wacky guy covered up part of the first "C" with gaffer's tape to make it look like it does in the photo.
The 5 Point is as much of a Seattle landmark as the Space Needle, and if you read about it on the main page I linked too, you'll see that this stunt is pretty much in keeping with the owner's tradition of muckraking.
And no, I was not paid a fee for this post. It's just a truly cool place - the quintessential dive bar, and if you're ever in Seattle, you owe it to yourself to stop by.
The Dark Arts enchantress loves you.
xoxo.
-g.
The mystery machine is no mystery at all. But I will not enlighten until others have had their chance.
Joshua, thank you for the chuckle.
that's a rat, and a mildly decayed one at that. you do find the best stuff!
Those red drawers droop toward the back. I don't believe I'd wear them.
When I was a teen, back when we rode a dinosaur to the store, our choice was the Boone's Farm LoganbArry which probably doesn't exist any more.
Love these. As always. I like the dubious Erin.
Always on the lookout. And yeah, the undies.
Some items are not meant to be worn for more
than 5 minutes. Me, I wear those big motherfuckers.
All the way up to the nipples.
. And I have a question I think maybe you can answer about Sarah Palin. Come to my blog and tell me if you know? If you are willing, that is . . .
I have this urge to tell you a story.
Maybe four or five years ago, I was home alone watching a movie or dicking around on the intarweb while drinking large quantities of IPA. While I don't like to admit how much I can drink at times, I have to be forthcoming about it for the sake of the story.
I saw something on the floor, running from right to left. I couldn't focus on it, though... I was so intoxicated that I wasn't sure if it was a hallucination. Considering I once found a raccoon sitting on my couch a previous night as I studied for class, I had the benefit of a doubt enough to do something about what I thought I saw.
I lived alone, and I had just gone through a pretty lousy breakup. I'd be lying if I didn't say I let the condition of my apartment go to shit, but I didn't think it was mouse-livable worthy. That guy, real or not, had to go.
And so I hoisted my 200 pound hide-a-bed couch up on edge, moved the wall unit, moved all the empty 40's and miscellaneous beer bottles... and I found that little fucker.
And he was so cute.
He was in the corner, nose buried up against the wall, trembling... and there I was, moving mountains and probably scaring the hell out of him. And so I gingerly, and with the utmost care, proceeded to extract him from the corner using a set of chopsticks so as to avoid getting the rabies.
I released him outside. From my second story balcony. Now that I'm sober and thinking about this, I hope he didn't die from the fall.
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