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*Originally posted by slortar *
**Sorry, I’ve been pondering and I just don’t have the words to describe the sheer ineffability of Britney. sigh
I have to disagree with you on the use of the word “ineffability.” I think the word you were looking for was “effability.” As in “F-ability.” As in "fck-ability." Because she is definitely fckable.
[hijack] I’m curious as to how one would judge the quality of an inflatable doll. Do the cheaper models have inferior orifices or something? [/hijack]
I live in a very small town. It isn’t the most sophisticated place. It’s about 2 hours north of Atlanta,GA.
Here is where the strangest stuff breeds. One of my favorites here is a small farm. In the front pasture they have a sign that clearly states what the farm has too offer.
KILLER GOATS!!!
I am not kidding.
I have a picture & when I get time I will post a link.
This is something everyone should see.
Once while driving to L.A. from Flagstaff AZ as I came out of the mountains I came across some Army helicopters. About 200 of them. It made the helicopter scene in Apocolypse Now look week.
In Oklahoma once I saw a vending machine outside a semi-rural area gas station. It sold bait. The machine was called a ‘Vend-da-bait’.
I used to have a desk overlooking the Thames, and one day the military (SAS?) were doing manoeuvres down the river – sliding from fast-moving helicopters into small motorized rubber rafts, all in the space between London Bridge and Tower Bridge (which is not all that far). Very surreal.
My transvestite sighting involves stepping out of a store only to be almost run over by a transvestite with his (her?) head in a birdcage leading a parade of other transvestites, all shrieking “Keep your hands off our balls!”. I believe it was a protest march, “balls” being a reference to some gala event they weren’t allowed to hold rather than the anatomical kind. Still very bizarre to see close-up.
It’s a weird world. I’ve seen a woman in a bear costume playing a harp and a man in a catsuit (the Sylvester kind, not the Diana Rigg kind) playing the trumpet in separate locations. I’ve seen a tractor tire bouncing along the middle of a four-lane highway in great fifteen-foot arcs over the oncoming traffic. I’ve seen forty grown men carrying a Virgin Mary statue through the streets of Palermo. I’ve been undressed by kings, and I’ve seen some things that a woman ain’t s’posed to see. But I digress.
And, for the record, I see club-footed pigeons all the time. In fact, it seems to be the rare pigeon indeed who has both feet intact. But they’re still horrid creatures.
We have those all over here in Wisconsin. The state’s full of bait shops, anyway. I remember one UpNort called “The Master Bait Shop.”
Mine are all highway related –
Berry Strange: Driving down the Pennsylvania turnpike, I crested a hill and saw four 10 foot tall strawberries entering the road ahead of me. WTF?!?
It took a few seconds to register that it was a carnival ride (a fruity version of the “Mad Tea Cups” or Barrel ride, where you sit inside and spin it around) being towed by a truck. I picked up my CB and just plainly said “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday, is it?” The truck driver came back laughing and said “No, I guess not!”
Dude, Where’s My Car?: At the Davidsonville exit off rte. 50 in Maryland, there’s a Park and Ride lot. One day it had a sign up saying the lot would be closed that weekend. On Monday it was obvious why they had closed it – to repave the asphalt. The odd thing was that someone hadn’t moved their truck, SO THEY PAVED THE LOT RIGHT AROUND IT! In the middle of this freshly paved lot is an old pickup truck standing on its own rectangle of old pavement. Funnier still is that it was still there a week later.
Yup, a carnival ride called the “Berry-Go-Round”.
Imagine seeing a convoy of this, purple dinosaurs, ladybugs, sailboats, undersized firetrucks, and bears with honeypots.
Just another day opn the carny circuit.
Just recalled another strange one…driving again.
My wife and I were driving late afternoon down rte. 29 through rural Virginia one day, just after it had rained. The low sun caught the ending rain to the west and sure enough we saw a brilliant rainbow…and then we noticed the quarry we were driving past. The rainbow just seemed to flow right into it…it was beautiful.
Then we saw the sign for the quarry. The company was called the Luck Stone Corp., and its sign featured a leprechaun.
Chills, I’m tellin’ ya…chills.
You know how people throw tied-together tennis shoes over telephone wires?
Right now about 1/2 mile from my house there’s a pair of beautiful glittering silver pumps strung together and hanging over a telephone wire right above the middle of a busy street.
I figure it’s the drag queens marking their turf. 
Turner’s Station, KY. Right across from the biggest building and tourist attraction, the Post Office (which is a trailer), is a Coke machine. In a field. With nothing else around it. And it works.
:: singing :: "Have a Coke and a — Hey, where the hell is everybody?!?
What’s it plugged into? 
You know, I wondered that myself.
Maybe it’s the old fashioned kind…
My story: I was passing thru El Paso, TX and drove up the mountain road that overlooks the town. There is a retaining fence at the pull-offs to keep people from falling. Kids drink at these pull-offs and toss their empties over the fence. The ground squirrels that live there lift the bottle by the neck, let it drop, and drink like crazy when the beer sloshes to the front. Over and over until they wobble back to their burrows. Fasinating! , but how did they learn?