“Call me a pecker one more time and you’ll be wearing that yacht”

This week we sent a new team into that far distant land of “left field” and asked them to capture only the best possible photos for this weeks fully grilled, half-salted, oven-roasted photo smorgasborg. Not sure they were all that successful. (Pics)

 

 

 

They told me to aim for a lake, but for the life of me I can’t recall which one.

 

 

 

After two weeks in ager management school, no one would have guessed that
Spotty was the same dog that ate 17 of the neighbors hamsters

 

 

 

The anti-gravity cafe seemed like such a good idea when they started…

 

 

 

Kicking Harley’s box was a funny way to get his attention, well, until they
realized Harley had an evil streak and drove all their cars over a cliff

 

 

 

Shoe-burgers were all the rage on race day,
and a couple people even ate the damn things.

 

 

 

Barnum realized it was a bad, bad idea borrowing money from the
Mafia for his circus when Rufus the elephant showed up
with his feet cemented to the floor of the Fat Lady’s bath tub

 

 

 

We came, we saw, we fattened!

 

 

 

“Henry! I hate to break it to you, but I think we’re too late!”

 

 

 

“No! I swear! I did not take your nut! Go ahead, search me!”

 

 

 

Admittedly the idea of a Snail Brigade met with some resistance, but the
US Military was having a very tough time getting new recruits.

 

 

 

With increasingly stiff competition from Toyota, Detroit threw in the towel on
the rest of this century, focusing on the cars of 2100 and beyond

 

 

 

Competitions were so brutal that spotters often died from Lady Urba’s
patented “tell me again, does my butt look too big, flying butt squash”

 

 

 

Desperate for entertainment, parents would bring their children out to
watch the public toilets on “fire in the hole green chili day” at Mels’ diner

 

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