I love these...but they're starting to pile up in the files again. So in the interest of clearing away a bunch of Truly Weird Items That Don't Seem to Go With Anything Else, here are:
Things I REALLY Don't Understand.
Think of it as a buffet, with lots of strange side dishes. And maybe some ketchup.
(I checked the website -- and am sorry I did. It looks like a crime scene.)
Why not... we argue about everything else.
Really???
I guess that complements this 70s haircutting guide:
I knew guys in high school like Mr. Bowtie in the bottom row.
I used to substitute teach at the local high school.
The halls would REEK with this stuff.
(In my day, it was Brut. I still don't like that smell.)
Serves the little brat right.
I found John Wayne in my bed once...visiting a friend who enjoyed
collecting celebrity life-sized cutouts. (Thanks, Ami)
On to a murder of crows. (That's a group, by the way.)
I told you this was going to be a little weird...
Aardvarks named Clark??
And finally:
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