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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 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 Happinessâ„¢ (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 Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
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A friend of mine went to Turkey and saw a sign for “Genuine Fake Watches” apparently, someone liked that so much they made it a stock photo (I did a google search) https://www.agefotostock.com/age/en/Stock-Images/Rights-Managed/D50-1166537
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😀 😀 😀
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That first one reminds me of a t-shirt I use to have. One very harried looking cat glaring out with the caption: I have PMS and a handgun, any questions. (https://www.ebay.com/itm/223033039322 — close enough)
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Cute!
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Reblogged this on Cage Dunn: Writer, Author, Teller-of-tall-tales and commented:
*shrug* ain’t that the sign of the times?
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Ah, ha, ha, these are hilarious. 😀 — Suzanne
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I’m not special? Gasp! Take that back, you self esteem crusher. Hundreds of strangers in inspirational books, coffee mugs, mug coasters, and the internet tell me that I am special snowflake. How dare you!
(Also, what is with animals running across the street the moment your car comes three feet within their path?)
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I’ve wondered the same thing. It seems like the sort of behavior that should have been bred out of them by natural selection. Makes me question everything I learned about evolution.
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