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Signs of the times
bluebird of bitterness
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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As always.Thanks for the humor.
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You’re welcome — thanks for reading. 🙂
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LOL! Makes you wonder exactly what went on at that Subway location. Does that mean the mediums had to move their seances across town?☺️
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Maybe they had to switch to Burger King.
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Reblogged this on Scotties Toy Box and commented:
Some days you need a laugh more than others. Thanks for making this day brighter. Hugs
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Thanks Scottie. 🙂
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I guess Store 12 is for lonely cat owners. In all honesty, it’s not such a bad life to live, if businesses will cater to your shopping needs so finely.
The NO SOLICITING sign was my favorite. When we have door-to-door visitors, my dad only accepts sales offers from the Girl Scouts. Personally, I wouldn’t say to no to a door-to-door bookseller.
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I used to buy popcorn from the Boy Scouts when they sold it door to door, but the past couple of years they haven’t come around.
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The Boy Scouts have never graced my door with popcorn. I’ve only ever seen them at the entrance/exit of a grocery store. If they did come knocking, I don’t think my popcorn-loving family would turn them away.
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Reblogged this on Viv Drewa – The Owl Lady.
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Thanks Viv. 🙂
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Ha, ha. These are good ones. 😀 — Suzanne
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Aisle 12. You left off the caption, “Crazy Cat Lady Aisle”
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I didn’t think it needed a caption; I thought the implication was pretty obvious. 🙂
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Thanks for a good grin here!
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Thanks for the giggle.
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Ah ha ha!
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Reblogged this on Its good to be crazy Sometimes and commented:
This made me chuckle as well this morning
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Most welcome 🙂
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