Your humball host, Juan, the Earl of Valdez, proffers an eye-scroler, but rest ye merrie brain, 'tis only the pretifull vizuals of this magicall pigment contraption.
Making our daring escape from The Asylum.
Encyclopedia Generica's got nothing on the Cleveland Cultural Gardens.
Thieveland, land of Scandalouzz, Ostrogoths & Vandals.
Noted Polish mammajamma & radioactive destroyer of megalopoli.
George Sand's boyish toy.
Miss Prunella Vulgaris, Duchess of Hammer-on-Dulcimer hath discouered an alchemicall hommage formulae to Poland in the sevver graite.
Noted Slovene modernist, Ivan the Cankar.
Some of us are no longer that well-coiffed. I'm not Sore.
Oxymoron: genial writer.
[good luck inserting a smarmy comment, jerk]
"All the world's a stage,
And all the Peonage merely players;
They have their coffee and their rolling eyes;
And one shulb in his or her time plays many parts,
These acts being hiding, or disguise."
Downloaded the Agent of Destiny app.
Amen, brothers & sisters. Fuck golf.
"Look, Smithers, Garbo is coming!"
Please enjoy, I blinded myself for you, gentle reader.
Even juvenile lovers haue been seduced by the Vandal lifestyle.
Bros.
The distant gate is marked 983 AD, presumably commemorating the coronation of Otto III. If I had palatial digs, 1945 AD would mark the birth of Lemmy.
Not pictured: the grave of Beethoven's genius.
The Greeks don't want no freaks, which is why we're leaving.
Mercurial Waters.
The Asylum's in case of terrorism protection racket.
14 comments:
So we blended in with the elementary school outing did we? Well that's one way of skipping work. Hope they didn't leave you at the Asylum or maybe you'd fit right in. Just don't get back on the short bus when leaving.
Fcukin' vandals, how do they work?
P.S. Please enjoy, I blinded myself for you, gentle reader.
Don't I know that one. When I was taking my vulture movies, I was tracking one across the sky and suddenly I remembered something my mom said when I was little.
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Thank you for making a trek to the wilderness for the sake of unscaling our blighted eyes.. and making me laugh.
Graves, you swine!
Is this were Ray's takes its recycling?
Regards,
Tengrain
demeur, hell no, around here they take kids on trips to the box factory.
if, swear, dammit, it's good for the fucking soul. Goddamn birds, I swear they purposely lead us landlubber humans into the sun.
susan, pastyme with goode companie always beats workin' for The Man, not that I work all that often.
tengrain, and frighten the elementaries? Lord no, sir, that's what Stone Shoes Meets Mercurial Waters is for. Dirty deeds done dirt cheap.
I'm so glad you gave us a field trip today! But I forgot to pack my brown bag lunch. Damn, and I had Ho-Ho's in there.
Loved the pics, but the commentary is what made my day. :-)
photo journalism at it's finest!!! I TOO wish to get off the freeway at Marginal Roads.
I'm with okjimm, drawn to the Marginal Roads!
And quoting The Eagles? Henley or Frey? Slam those fraternities!
Also, Mr Oxtrot asked me why you called him a moron.
nunly, field trip was yesterday, today we just hung out in the parking lot smoking dope.
okjimm, I can't believe it's not Marginal.
karl of the österreich, it's all Greek to me. Sir, I called him a punk!
What strange plants are growing in that there culture garden. And I had to drive on Marginal Roads to get there.
We have a statue of Copernicus in one of our parks, was walking close by it a few weeks ago and heard one teenager ask another who he was, I about went and slapped both upside their heads when the answer was, "I think he was the lead in a 80's metal band."
Now I know your lying. The box factory went to China years ago. Nice try though.
tom, special plants they are.
BB, are you suggesting it wasn't a statue of Tipton or Downing?
demeur's 99 cent disguise, no sir, they're assembled here from parts manufactured *in* China. Not every illegal is cleaning Goldman Sachs' executive washroom.
Looks as though Blogger ate another comment of mine. Maybe Blogger choked on it, because when I went to mention this here last night, a notice informed me no comment could be left; Blogger was in read only mode.
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