Danno

you are. Bwahhhhhh!

you go, there

no matter where

Here, There, Everywhere

Yep. And back in 1957-1958 a lot of people thought the Edsel was going to be the greatest thing, best selling passenger car to come along since the Model A. Sometimes good ideas look great on the drawing board but don't turn out as well in the final product. Doesn't mean people should stop trying new ideas or concepts. ?

Giving away a hint of my age . . . Stan Kenton's Orchestra. ?

a BIG omelet!

Close to sun

Skipper’s Flipper Slippers

Blue Gilligan’s Island ?

No signing fish.

Fahrvernugen! ?

How 'bout fins?

Flying Nun, y'say?

They have no stomach (or those other two body parts) for conflict or confrontation, no matter how small - so they're generally too timid (or another word) to make a simple call. They just hope you just fade away and not make their lives unpleasant by having to deal with you. Imagine the kind of respect they'd show you if they'd hired you. Some consolation. ?

Amen, Tom!! When I started out it was tube glue and paint brushed from a bottle. When I graduated to spray painting, I rigged a coat hanger on an old phonograph turntable and sprayed like crazy in the basement! Those thin, twin pipe plastic stir sticks were great sources of modification material (didn't have plastruct or evergreen back then). When I wanted to add a radio antenna, a well formed glob of modeling clay held a spaghetti strand just fine (not yet boiled, of course). Cut up sprue made all kinds of necessary car parts - so long as one's imagination wasn't stunted. Scotch tape made suitable windows, and thin cardboard made great panels. You could even "plasticize" it by smearing tube glue on the cardboard and massaging it into the pores. Yep, we didn't know we were bad modelers back then (there was no internet to point out our flaws or skill-shame us), we just knew we were modelers! Oh, yeah, skills developed and progressed as we kept building and practicing. Hey, that still works! ?

No odor-eaters afoot?

Good n Plenty

Stunning!!! ?

Motor oil mayonaise

finger lickin' good!

pastries or pasties?

These have gotten REAL popular all over the country lately . . . I don't know who started it, but . . . very cool. Delivers quite the message. Your choice: call a cab or call a bail bondsman. ?

Teaser:

One of my all-time favorite bone-head criminal stories (yep, "Stupid Criminal Tricks" Sweepstakes Winner) was the idiot back in the 80's who got the great idea to rob a bank in Washington, DC . . . during lunch hour . . . on federal payday. He produced his "gat" and demanded all the teller's money, then heard a cacophony of 'clicks' as more than a dozen FBI agents and ATF agents waiting in line to cash/deposit their paychecks drew down on him. He didn't get any money. Maybe not the best 'big heist planning' ever. ? On a very, very minor scale, I stopped on the way home from work at the local pizzeria to pick up a fresh pie for Monday night Football. Idiot ahead of me pulls a butcher knife and tries to stick-up the counter guy. The counter guy looks past the career criminal and sees me; recognizes me; and starts laughing. Davey Crockett gets upset and tells him to quit laughing and give him the money. Just then I tapped him on the back of his head with the barrel of my .357 Magnum and held out my handcuffs. I told him to put the knife down on the counter so he could put the handcuffs on himself. Self-service, you know. Called a patrol unit in to take the bad guy to the iron bar hotel, grabbed my pie, and made it home in time for kick-off. ?