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This entry was posted on Friday, June 5th, 2020 at 9:06 am and is filed under circus of life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
Mondays are the potholes in the road of life. —Tom Wilson
With HDTV everything looks bigger and wider… kind of like going to your 25th high school reunion.
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
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)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
Great stuff today. Thanks for the laughs.
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Love them all, especially the one about the horses! OMG; can you imagine?! 😀
(Don’t quite get why the watch-battery one is funny, though.)
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It’s all in how you read it. Whoever made the sign intended “watch” as an adjective, modifying the noun “batteries.” But if you read “watch” as a verb, the meaning changes, and it prompts one to wonder why anyone would want to watch batteries being fitted. 🙂
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DUH! Rolling eyes / laughing, hard, at self.
Thank you for your continual patience! I used to say “Must be the blonde hair.” Can’t now that I’ve let it go gray.
(As far as fitting batteries, pass the micrometer! 😉 )
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All I can say is you’d have to be pretty hard up for entertainment to watch batteries get fitted. Kind of like watching paint dry, I’m guessing, although I’ve never tried either one. If you want me, I’ll be out on my porch, watching the grass grow. 🙂
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Aw, MAN! How come YOU get to watch grass grow????? 😉
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Cuz I’m retired. 🙂
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[…] via Signs of the times — bluebird of bitterness […]
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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