Music, shmoosic. That’s the best damn 3-D tattoo I’ve ever seen!
Johnny Redpants had to finally admit his bass player, Hoot Dufferson, was more serious about body modification than he was.
Very close second, Elmer.
But I decided to go with this one because it had a little bit of sass and sounds like a comeback to some rude person asking “What’s with the owl?”
Who who
Who who
I knew all the hours I spent memorizing that song lyric would someday pay off.
And speaking of pay offs…
At last we know what really happened with Schrödinger’s cat.
Rejected ideas for the Mandalorian
Why is there water here?
Waiting For Goldfish, Act 1.
Ding, dong, dapper, Pussy’s in the crapper
A little privacy, please!
“Holy shit! It’s the dog, looking for a drink!”
Winner
Thanks!
Okay, what’s going on here?
The Fab Four had to find a new location (and new album name!) when the photoshoot at Stockholm Street proved too disruptive.
The same day this photo appeared in the newspaper, the guy who paints the lines on the street wrote a brief note reading, “Life has no purpose” and disappeared without a trace.
“My GPS is trying to kill me!!”
[Not really in play, Spoons – was this the day the Swedes switched to driving on the right?]
“Let Your Child Drive Day” is a blast!
While John thought the original cover design for Abbey Road was a brilliant comment on contemporary society, Paul though it was “too busy.”
Yes, it’s a photo of what happened that day.