C’mere, little girl. Come sit on my lap.
I really did mean for this to be “Push! Push! Push!”. Posting using my Kindle. Sorry.
My own caption was “Early Transformers weren’t that well disguised.”
But our winner is…
congrats, KO!
Thank you Prof. From our family to yours.
Seasons Greetings, Friend and/or Family Member!
Well, this year Mommy has made lots of new friends dancing at the Kit-Kat Lounge, which gives Daddy more time to study the Torah with his New Age group. Brenda (left) has survived her little “accident” and discovered the music of Marilyn Manson, and Debby (center) is in total denial.
Merry Whatever!
It’s been a good year for Misha and the Tracksuit Mafia.
The parents wondered where they’d gone wrong with Lil’ Debbie. She was so…so, …CONVENTIONAL."
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
(For daddy)
One velvet lounging suit.
One Havana cigar.
One snowflake pendant.
One pair of sunglasses.
(For one daughter)
Multiple facial piercings (five gold rings!).
One black goth suit.
(For Mommy)
One leopard top.
One poinsettia pin.
One “pumpkin” stretch pants.
Two hoop earrings.
(For everyone.)
A star named after the family (see the star chart upper left?)
…
And - a - dolly - for - Lil’ Debbie.
Don’t forget the Phantasm sphere.
And a peal of Salvation Army bells goes to Bonum_Legatum!
Glad you enjoyed it. Without further comment…
Where Walmart greeters go when they die.
This whole supply chain crisis has gotten ridiculous.
The experimental Walmart Heli-Carrier mobile store came to a sad end.
From a dystopian future… I bring you The Walmart Games. Held annually the day after Thanksgiving.
Wal-Mart: the IKEA version.
I wondered if anyone would come up with an explanation of that “thing” out back. Take it away Lumpy.
It looked like a giant vacuum floor attachment to me, but I couldn’t come up with a caption for it.
“What is this??? It’s not milk! You’re supposed to leave milk! And why do the cookies smell like Jamaica?”