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I sure do hate eating ground clowns.
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That’s why you should always read the ingredients on the package. Don’t want any nasty surprises.
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Haha, I needed a chuckle right now! But some of these are VERY scary, like the guaranteed trip down the stairs!
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I’m perfectly capable of tripping on normal stairs.
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Is there any hope for us. These are so funny and scary at the same time. 😉
These are hilarious! That lady sure looks good for being 1001 years old! 🙂
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I hope I look that good when I’m her age, don’t you?
Those stairs are kind of ingenious. They have the steps on alternating sides, only where you actually need your feet to go. And they turn into more of a vertical ladder at the top. It’s more stable than just a ladder, but fits into a space where a normal staircase wouldn’t fit. I think you’d need to turn around and come down them backwards, though, or you’d fall for sure. Unless they also installed a fireman pole for coming down!
That would be kind of cool.
😂 — and for sure, we like to keep our fargile, unwaprd things dry.
I saw I misquoted when I realized the mis-words don’t even go with the pictures. 🤣
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Thanks Mark. 🙂
I’ve never tasted clown before. Is it any good? Probably a lot better than grapeless grapes.
I think I’d go for the grapeless grapes over the clown… although the personal watermelons look better than either.
I would have to agree.
I want some grapeless grapes, some ground clown & a hit of acid to navigate those stairs. I’ll be fine…really…
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Happy weeding…. That’s my fav 😂
Omigosh, so funny, except, of course, if someone gets hurt.
Which seems almost inevitable…
Maybe those stairs are intended for cats. And the cake celebrates a gardening project. Lots of green foliage there, you notice.
So there is. 🙂
Oh these were a good batch
The guy with the chainsaw. . .
He’s angling for a Darwin award.
Ya know, I was thinking the same thing and forgot to mention it!
“Angling;” I see what you did there; LOLOL! 😀
Some days you have to wonder about humans 🙂
Only some days?
I have a theory. Re-incarnation is true, but there isn’t a new soul for every creature born, these days. As a result, animal souls have to be redirected to humans. That would explain the increasing stupidity of the human race, and the decline in animal species all at the same time 🤔😄!
Mom looks amazing for 1001. But seriously, clown has zero calories and no fat? I find that hard to believe.
Yep, me too. False advertising for sure.
If I do any weeding I certainly expect to be congratulated.
I’m with you.
New subber via GPCox. I was intrigued by your blog’s name, checked it out, and really liked what I saw
Welcome to the birdhouse. 🙂
Love the “personal pineapples.”
100% tastier than the impersonal variety.
Wow! Mom is certainly doing well. And why has no one given me a cake for doing the gardening?
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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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