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Saturday, August 9, 2008

My Brain Hurts


Ahhhh! What's he rummaging around in his pockets for? A weapon? A naughty postcard? A potato chip shaped like Abraham Lincoln?

Allegedly a photo of a nice couple in front of a biplane. Let's make whoopee? Oh, let's not, or at least not in the cockpit of a biplane.
No jokes about the word "cockpit."


This is a quite large photo that I'd been calling "Family Day At the Asylum," mostly because the people are a bit dazed and blurry. I just noticed last week that the guy on the right with the mustache is blatantly staring down that woman's blouse.

4 comments:

Scott said...

So you give us small scans? At least give us a large detail of the man blatantly looking down the woman's blouse.

Obsidian Kitten said...

i too went checking to see the guy looking down her blouse, but to no avail.

scott was probably trying to actually look down her blouse, but i could be wrong.

don't cast aspersions on potoato chips bearing the faces of abraham lincolns--they are said to bear great power.

Scott said...

If there are blouses to be looked down, then I'm there. With bells on.

BlackCrow said...

Maybe it's a big festering boil down her blouse.
I like the old guy up the top, reminds me of Nosferato.
There is a lovely old photo in the Tip shop in town of a little boy that you would like....I'll checkout how much it is on Monday!