With the impending doomtacular threat of superblizzards snowing us in the Towering Slab Jack Torrance style, we get out while the gettin's good.
Lest ye forget, Clevelandia is above a Hellmouth.
Don't fence me in.
The Wild, Wild Western Reserve.
NAFTA's secret headquarters --
-- & the Masons. Coincidence?
Coneheads.
Spooky.
Save the did-you-burst-into-flames jokes.
Not quite Harry, but not bad.
Hey you, let's fight.
Take that, Saracen.
Somebody said, "fair warning, Lord!", Lord, strike that poor boy down.
Guess somebody was this guy.
Lemme show ya something!
Unwanted coffee? Who's the real heathen here?
Son of Spooky.
Someone, not me, completely ruined my shot.
Alack! Alack! Verily my heart breaketh!
But in yon rain -- & a clear lens -- 'tis joy again.
You were right, Ted, the Illuminati are onto you.
The legendary six-demon bag.
Clevelandia wishing well.
Rain or shine, bunga bunga always has time.
I too find miracles in the bottom of a bottle.
I like figs.
I like corned beef.
Sure, we have those kinds of doctors.
Of course Zip would be the business manager.
Sell it, baby.
No thanks, I like to be spiritual.
13 comments:
I am really tired of all this rain and gloomy skies we have had the past few days.
That wishing well about says it all I think :)
Was that a pre-frothy mix Santorum (fmlfm) abortion after the wishing well? I thought he was against that.
What about corned beef w/ figs?
-- & the Masons. Coincidence?
I nearly fall over laughing to incoherence when I see some wacko on the History Channel preaching about the nefarious Masons. My youngest brother is a Mason and while I love the twit any organization that lets him join has absolutely no chance at all to influence anything other than the behavior of the chick dancing the brass pole at a strip joint.
Long story but last summer in an alcohol-induced fit he decided to join the lady on stage. It took two bouncers and me to get him out of the place.
I hope you cast a coin in yon Clevelandia wishing well, Randal.
You never know who'll stop the rain.
~
I laughed my ass off over the wishing well.
I've said it before, I'll say it again, you've got a great eye. :)
((Hugs))
Laura
liberality, Spahn & Sain & pray for overcast skies.
jim, oh, don't try & get back into my good graces via victuals, sir, after mentioning that, thing. It's the Dow Leadership Institute for you.
BB, can you blame him? Everyone knows that strip joints are merely cells for the Illuminati-Trilateral wing of Beatrix's Bilderbergers.
if, a coin? Is that like money?
laura, all credit must go to my aging spectacles. I really need new ones.
At least someone's thinking of the children. Dow Leadership Institute will Win The Future.
Life At Its Best in Swanky Clevelandia, and we didn't even need to get drunk in the cemetery.
But we think of children. We find their books for them, Dow doesn't, dammit, & that isn't very leadershippy.
True, but let's not table that option just yet. Why should The Prole get to ask all the bizarre questions in class?
I said you have a good *eye* which would indicate a new monocle only. :)
We are going to convert you to our movement of Love. Join us or die!
Finally, a restaurant named after my favorite food, blue figs. After you've scraped off the mold, they just don't taste the same.
Don't just show us the dives, show us the food and drink. (Maybe not Famous Ray's, though.)
Wow, 29 pictures with pithy comments. You've outdone yourself and made me smile too.
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