Now that would be a thing to see.
How in the world can someone make a pyramid out of only three things?
guy walking around the grocery store in his tidy whities
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Today I went to the Uncle Dave Macon Days craft, folkarts & country music festival here in Murfreesboro. By “country music” I do not mean the stuff you hear on the radio, but rather real country music. American folk music played by gifted people from farms & small towns. Much nicer than the pseudo-pop with no class that gets recorded.
There, I met Abraham Lincoln.
Actually, a country music performer who looks exactly like Lincoln.
And dresses like him. Black 19th Century suit, swallowtail coat, & stovepipe hat.
He played the musical saw.
He was chatting with another member of the band.
Who looked like John Wilkes Booth.
:eek:
There is a fire hydrant up the street from where I live, and for the past few weeks it has been spraying water into a ditch, for no reason at all.
This is even stranger because there aren’t very many fire hydrants here, its pretty much a small ruralish town.
About an hour ago, I was sitting in my neighborhood McDonald’s enjoying McNuggets and a shake. Well, eating McNuggets and a shake, at any rate. A bag lady came in, asked me to watch her bag while she was in the bathroom, sat it under my table, and left. A few minutes later, she came back, retrieved the bag, and headed out the door.
And I didn’t look in it. Missed my golden opportunity.
LOL
Every time we drive to OK, I am tempted to have CG pull over so I can photograph the 'Fresh BROKEN Cookies" sign on the side of the road.
The other day at work I saw a guy (girl???) who was a hermaphrodite. This uh…person was white, like a sheet and had a shaved head. But under his (it’s???) tight baskeball jersey there was definate boobage and he was wearing tight shorts that hinted at um…a package. And he didn’t have boobs cuz he was fat…he was very skinny but there was pronounced round um…bumps on his chest…large ones, the size of oranges almost. It was very strange indeed.
IDBB
Two things happened on the subway car I was in, one happened in the seat beside me, this girl decided to change her clothes, her bottoms in fact, I was reading my book so i was looking down and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she was changing her clothes, she started to pull her pants down, what she was trying to do was put a skirt on and take off her pants, but by accident she pulled both down, so i got to see her ass crack, fun.
Second weird event was a man decided to floss in the subway train, then he went to gargle, he got out next at the next stop to spit i supose. I found that to be gross.
I got on a subway train in Chicago. There were only a few people in the car and I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on (doing my best to act like city folk). After I sat down I looked up and there was a guy near the front of the car dressed like Jesus, carrying a big cross, the whole bit. I kind of glanced over to the guy sitting across from me, he looked up and said with a smile … so this is it?
Walking into the grocery store today was a woman of about 40, in a tank top and shorts, excorting a more elderly lady, probably her mother, and she was also wearing a bridal headress/veil thing hanging down her back from her head.
Whyyyy?
Under our front shrubery, I found a blue ticking pillow with 4 or 5 railroad spikes, the giant nail-looking ones, carefully arranged—why do the kitties need them?
While out riding my motorbike in Jackson, NJ; I saw a telephone pole wearing a bra about 5-6 feet up.
The bra had been there a while, so it took a moment for me to figure out what it was. I didn’t have a camera- Drat!
The infamous NJ Turnpike “Slow down, Get Ticket” sign. (I always wanted to fly thru the tollbooth at ninety, just so I could use the sign as an excuse.)
A small obelisk/memorial in the middle of the NJ pine barrens that comemmorates a mexican aviator that died a number of years ago flying some kind of zepplin. (the memorial service was on July 12 this year)
The Jesus Guy is a frequent public transport traveller in Chicago. Sometimes he has pamphlets. I don’t think he speaks English, I’ve never heard him talk (he’s Hispanic).