Driving along Beverly Boulevard on the way to work this morning, I was surprised and saddened to find that my favorite sexy tortilla maker mural had been painted over and replaced with a generic landscape. Why do people do such things? Where was I going to find sexy tortillas now?
Thankfully, on the way home from work this evening I found a new sexy tortilla maker just a block or so down from the original one.
Sometimes the heavens truly smile upon me.
It must be difficult to get a decent breakfast at artist Judith Klausner‘s house:
Please pass the cereal?
I guess it’s no surprise that a manufacturing process like this would make a company go bankrupt:
Still, that is some fine workmanship. I love my Fit, but I’m not sure it could withstand a lightning strike. Good thing you bought American, Cindy.
My idea of a nice neighborhood is one in which CC&Rs stands for Creamsicle, Cherrylimeade, & Raspberry.
Last week I posted a cartoon that started off with a musical frog. As soon as the frog really got cooking on his trumpet, the storyline lurched elsewhere. I really wanted to hear more of that frog. “What happened to the frog?” I wondered. Well, he showed up here:
Maybe it’s a different musical frog. He’s singing instead of playing the trumpet, and he does look different. I’m guess I’m going to have to keep looking around for that first frog.
Look at this little tough guy.
At first I thought the line above his eyes was some sort of cocked eyebrow representation, like the tooth was saying, “Aw yeah, wiseguy?” Now I think it’s just supposed to indicate the indentation on the top of a molar. Either way, I think this is a good tooth.
Incidentally, this tooth is on the main sign for the dental office that was featured in the first post of this category – the tooth riddled with vicious accusations. That tooth, I’m either happy or sorry to say, has since been given a thorough cleaning, and his/her companion tooth has also been restored.
I would say Companion Tooth is smirking, but he/she doesn’t look as streetwise as the first tooth up top. Maybe Companion Tooth is just practicing the meditative half-smile.
This is one of the three four lost pet notices currently posted in my neighborhood; I don’t think I’ve ever seen an updated one before.
I don’t even know this cat, but I am very relieved that she made it back home. Velvet, I hope your adventure was a good one.
Today’s phrase isn’t a “real,” universally accepted phrase… yet. I’m not even exactly sure what it means, but I know I don’t want it. Rob Delaney over at viceland.com sheds light upon the dreaded:
as one of the problem areas young ladies may wish to focus on before disgusting everyone at the beach this summer. In addition to ham spatula, some particularly pernicious imperfections are:
“Saddle bags, upper-arm fat, cottage cheese thighs, midriff-bulge (aka F.U.P.A aka “gunt”), flat chest, asymmetrical breasts, butt-beard, bacne, pit-cheese, cankles, surprise tampon string cameos, eczema, ham spatula, ashy elbows, feet of any kind, hairy knuckles, beef knuckles, uncle’s knuckles, vaginal halitosis, bald spots, loaf latch, sideburns, flatbottom, creeping jimson weed, dowager’s hump, treasure trail, Pepperidge Farm, razor bumps, leakage, phantom dangle, and panty dandruff.”
When I get my own planet, I will designate Rob Delaney as the Official Euphemism Generator.
Man, this week was a jerk. I’m glad it’s the weekend so I can relax and have a cocktail and not worry about getting butted in the ass by any more goats.
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