The street that you have lived on, that has the coolest, strangest or most interesting name.
Pie IX Boulevard (Montreal).
London Heights Road (Indiana).
Campostella Lane (Virginia)
Physical Science Road (on-campus apartment)
Park Boulevard
Covey Ridge Lane (every street in the neighborhood had a quail related name)
Gain Street
Breckenridge Street (Buffalo, NY)
Southgate Rd (Great Neck NY)
Esplanade Avenue (New Orleans)
1 Main Avenue (my old address on Cape Cod)
Country Club Lane
Desert Storm Drive (Ft. Bragg, NC)
This was right after Desert Storm so they were naming their new streets “Kuwait Drive” and other Desert Storm-related names. Gotta remember that last “win,” right?
Next: Things you’ve seen in nature that were amusing:
Next: Things you’ve seen in nature that were amusing:
Watching a sparrow chase a moth.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
Next: Things you’ve seen in nature that were amusing:
Watching a sparrow chase a moth.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
Even having to clean up calf manure it was funny to us. Though she got moved to the herd not too long after.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
My sister saw a squirrel look out of a hole in a tree and stick out her paw as if to see if it was raining.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
My sister saw a squirrel look out of a hole in a tree and stick out her paw as if to see if it was raining.
A praying mantis turning its head and seeming to look very quizzically at me on the lawn out by our garage.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
My sister saw a squirrel look out of a hole in a tree and stick out her paw as if to see if it was raining.
A praying mantis turning its head and seeming to look very quizzically at me on the lawn out by our garage.
A sea otter floating on his back, giving himself a BJ.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
My sister saw a squirrel look out of a hole in a tree and stick out her paw as if to see if it was raining.
A praying mantis turning its head and seeming to look very quizzically at me on the lawn out by our garage.
A sea otter floating on his back, giving himself a BJ.
In grade school, I read about fishermen who caught fish by tying a loop around the neck of a captive cormorant, which would catch fish but could not swallow them. Fifty years later, I watched a fisherman in China still doing exactly that.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
My sister saw a squirrel look out of a hole in a tree and stick out her paw as if to see if it was raining.
A praying mantis turning its head and seeming to look very quizzically at me on the lawn out by our garage.
A sea otter floating on his back, giving himself a BJ.
In grade school, I read about fishermen who caught fish by tying a loop around the neck of a captive cormorant, which would catch fish but could not swallow them. Fifty years later, I watched a fisherman in China still doing exactly that.
A rabbit jump almost straight up in the air, land, look around as if embarrassed, and then keep hopping slowly along.
White-winged black-tyrants (Knipolegus aterrimus) were fairly common around my house in Bolivia. They would jump up from their perch a couple of feet in the air, turn a somersault, snap their bill with a loud crack, and relight on their perch.
I saw a man cuss and rant when he was fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and reeled in what he thought was a big catch but found it was a stingray. He took out the hook with the stingray fighting him the entire time (they’re mean little bastards) and released it back into the Gulf. A few minutes later he reeled in what he thought was a big catch- it was the same stingray- you could tell from the scars of the first time. (They’re apparently stupid as well as mean.)
A mother doe and her twin fawns standing right outside my front door on July 4th. I was held captive both figuratively (they were so beautiful) and literally (if I had moved, Mama would have gotten very very angry and I didn’t want to be attacked).
Whilst standing in my rural driveway waiting for my ride to work one morning, a cow came slowly ambling down the street. She nodded as she passed me.
A calf we raised in our garage when her mother died giving birth one day figuring out how to come into the house, look around, drop a load off in the den, and stand there very calmly looking at us and going “baaaa” when we came into the kitchen.
My sister saw a squirrel look out of a hole in a tree and stick out her paw as if to see if it was raining.
A praying mantis turning its head and seeming to look very quizzically at me on the lawn out by our garage.
A sea otter floating on his back, giving himself a BJ.
In grade school, I read about fishermen who caught fish by tying a loop around the neck of a captive cormorant, which would catch fish but could not swallow them. Fifty years later, I watched a fisherman in China still doing exactly that.
A rabbit jump almost straight up in the air, land, look around as if embarrassed, and then keep hopping slowly along.
A woman screaming hysterically at her children to come back to the beach when she saw shark fins in the distance.
They were dolphins.
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Names that come to mind when you hear “Stupidest celebrity”.
