And you thought vanilla, chocolate and strawberry were the only options. Sheesh.
It’s vacation time. Wallet. Check. Swimsuit. Check. Cooler. Check. Carry Potty. Check.
Only in America do frappes and smoothies have the authority to hire managers.
It would be a disgrace for anybody with a doctorate in dermatology to decide to darken the dermis.
You are not allowed to mail Aunt Susie’s Schnauzer, Uncle Bob’s tarantula or that nuclear reactor souvenir you bought during your most recent visit to Chernobyl. Get over it.
I find the location of this lovely poster (the ladies’ restroom at the local public library) the subject (Mel Gibson) and his choice of reading material (George Orwell’s 1984, which chronicles the rise of the totalitarian state of Oceania) to be particularly distressing. While a little bit of multi-tasking is good for the brain and the soul, this combo is a bit combustible. Perhaps Big Brother truly is everywhere now?
Source: Susanna Weyandt
I’ve had some difficulties with trespassers, but never have I encountered chipped ham which would not mind its own business. I guess there is a first time for everything. Kudos to my sister for this photo taken outside a defunct local convenience store.