Photo courtesy of Jim O'Bryan. |
Photo courtesy of Jon Moore. |
American buffalo ...
... American nerd.
The story of my people indeed.
Ancient shop keeper tell Grasshopper that friendly little kitty with mechanical paw bids: Come in money. Come in money. Come in money ...
One well-hung cone.
There are some things you just can't fix.
So the roses will run me fifteen clams. How far back will a JEEP ARR put me?
WOW.
Disagreeable chalk critter on blue dumpster.
For some reason, the "Sherpa," designation strikes me as a bit, um, generous.
Neat street seats.
Big foot, little sock.
Ready to rumble in a boxed set. HELL YEAH.
No thanks, buddy. Last time I watched batteries, I hung in there for a whole hour and they didn't do one trick.
Think I'll leave this post on a blue note ...
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3 comments:
sherpa throw? a contest? for the guinness book of world records?
RR: Oh my.
I may never be able to look at my faux fur throw without envisioning some muscled team of he-men tossing poor little Sherpas back and forth.
eek!
Mercy, mercy, how I do loves me some phone cam round-up.
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