I love the concept of a Superman pillow built specifically for cuddling — especially since his expression is one of someone grimly and begrudgingly working off his court-mandated community service hours — and that’s how his face stays while you snuggle the hell out of him
* * * * *
adult ice cream shoppe
everything tastes better when topped with 49 cent wet nut
put your dirty sample spoon in that smurf
* * * * *
for his sake, I hope the nickname doesn’t stick
“Thanks for the nickname and mustache, dad. Let’s hope I still have both by the time I hit high school. Jerk.”
* * * * *
Maiden!
I missed my first Revolver show for this utterly radical show. George enjoyed it most when the roly-poly kid with mutton chops kept trying to restart the pit that erupted right in front of us, but wound up mostly staggering around in a 15 foot diameter clear section of floor by himself.
* * * * *
the creepiest, cuddliest dumpster escape
I took the first picture because it looked like Pooh was trying to crawl out of a dumpster near my place after being discarded. I passed by a couple hours later and Pooh was gone — and Tigger, who’d been under him when I took a closer look earlier, looked like he was taking his shot at escape.
Very, very creepy.
* * * * *
custom meats
“Hello? Grocery Bag? May I order a steak with a spoiler and flame decals on the side? And, how much per pound is that?”
* * * * *
irresponsible
well, not with that attitude
* * * * *
pee on america
I wish this were easier to make out, because I believe I took this picture because the design of the urinal made it look like it was begging for you to pee on the head of a bald eagle — and I believe the text was quite patriotic as well
* * * * *
hot eggs
at a diner in Madison — a plastic toast figure with quite a rack, even it is made of eggs
* * * * *
cancer
it really doesn’t get any more clearly labeled than that
* * * * *
McAuliffe eats pee
the wall of Pick-Me-Up does seem like it’d be the best authority on the subject — so I believe it
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August 22nd, 2007 at 1:31 pm
The previous collection of photos …
Superman is not a cuddler
I love the concept of a Superman pillow built specifically for cuddling — especially since his expression is one of someone grimly and begrudgingly working off his court-mandated community service hours — and that’s how his face stays while you snuggle the hell out of him
* * * * *
adult ice cream shoppe
everything tastes better when topped with 49 cent wet nut
put your dirty sample spoon in that smurf
* * * * *
for his sake, I hope the nickname doesn’t stick
“Thanks for the nickname and mustache, dad. Let’s hope I still have both by the time I hit high school. Jerk.”
* * * * *
Maiden!
I missed my first Revolver show for this utterly radical show. George enjoyed it most when the roly-poly kid with mutton chops kept trying to restart the pit that erupted right in front of us, but wound up mostly staggering around in a 15 foot diameter clear section of floor by himself.
* * * * *
the creepiest, cuddliest dumpster escape
I took the first picture because it looked like Pooh was trying to crawl out of a dumpster near my place after being discarded. I passed by a couple hours later and Pooh was gone — and Tigger, who’d been under him when I took a closer look earlier, looked like he was taking his shot at escape.
Very, very creepy.
* * * * *
custom meats
“Hello? Grocery Bag? May I order a steak with a spoiler and flame decals on the side? And, how much per pound is that?”
* * * * *
irresponsible
well, not with that attitude
* * * * *
pee on america
I wish this were easier to make out, because I believe I took this picture because the design of the urinal made it look like it was begging for you to pee on the head of a bald eagle — and I believe the text was quite patriotic as well
* * * * *
hot eggs
at a diner in Madison — a plastic toast figure with quite a rack, even it is made of eggs
* * * * *
cancer
it really doesn’t get any more clearly labeled than that
* * * * *
McAuliffe eats pee
the wall of Pick-Me-Up does seem like it’d be the best authority on the subject — so I believe it
August 22nd, 2007 at 1:37 pm
Kid in a Cart
Just to be clear — that is a child apparently unconscious on the bottom part of a grocery cart. At the self-checkout.
August 30th, 2007 at 4:54 pm
Martial Arts — Peace!
I suppose some martial arts are for defensive purposes and all, but I thought this was a pretty awesome sign for a dojo or whatever.
"We teach you how to fight! Peace, dude!"
October 23rd, 2009 at 6:35 am
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