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😆these are great 👍🏻
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Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
Some of these made my head hurt 😉
Someone needs to tell the horse he’s not allowed to park there. hahahahaha
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Maybe he wanted to recharge?
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Thank you for the link. ♥️
Shared this post on, on “Sparks”. Bwahahahah!
😀 😀 😀
A couple of these are real epic fails, like the sign of senior society close to the cemetery -_-
Absolutely funny =D
I just love these, Bob.
Seasonal incontinence. Made me laugh (tinged with just a little dread)
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The new Claritin line is gonna be weird.
Some of these made me think, but they all made me smile!
These are terrific,
I have tears rolling down my cheeks from laughing so hard. We sure need these kinds of laughs. Thanks sooo much!
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Because of that link, I dropped by, too. Will return . . . this is my sort of humour, so thank you. And I also love your ‘bluebird family down the right side . . .)
Thanks for dropping by. 🙂
Love the last four most of all but they are all strange juxtapositions. Well spotted.
Especially love “He’s Just Not That Into You.”
And, maybe I’m better off not knowing, but what the heck is a “meat raffle”? (Sixth one down.)
PS: Unfortunately I don’t have a photo, but there used to be “Jesus Is Lord Used Tires” right next to the Gowanus Expressway.
Big Smiles just dropping by from Marlene’s repost… 🙂 Humour so good for the soul.. ❤
This reminds me of our local grocery store in the midst of a big reno, many items/shelves had to be shifted and as a result, the feminine napkin/tampon products ended up across from the frozen ice cream!
I mentioned that for those shoppers experiencing peri-menopause and perhaps experiencing some extra warmth, they could pivot and solve the issue without traveling too far. Needless to say, they’re no longer shelved there…
Hilarious, so glad I clicked Marlene’s link. Deep fried lost children? Oh my. I think He’s Just Not That Into You is my favourite though.
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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 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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