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I'm an artist, educator, militant anti-theist , and I write. I gamble on just about anything. And I like beer...but I love my wife. This blog contains observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while.

Sunday, August 25, 2024

SUNDAY #5723

 One Of My Very Own

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PART ONE

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I find that remarkable.

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There are several items in the post that I just don't understand. This is one of them.

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"Not my job."

And...

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I knew a girl who had a little toe nail like this.

It was like sucking on a little foot nipple.

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PART TWO

I'm thinking the one on the left is just a reverse of the one on the right.

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Something you don't see everyday.

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I don't get it.

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PART THREE

I don't get it.

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I've seen many people fall and not spill their drink.

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A kindred soul.

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

^^B2^^

Why did she tell everybody she won the lottery?

billr said...

^^A4^^ A tire flies over the median thing from the lanes coming toward the camera.

^^C1^^ There's nothing to get. It's a deliberately surrealistic collection of unrelated things. Our brain is hardwired to make sense of what we see, to see patterns, even if it has to create them out of whole cloth. We want it to mean something. One reason why conspiracy theories are so compelling.

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