clawing at the keys
A man proud of his Mole People heritage.
I do detect a slight resemblance….
I need to eat more vegetables and restore my proper complexion.
Holy Mole-y! :mgreen:
On an unrelated note: Rumors to the effect that the writer of this blog was too lazy to compose a worthwhile post tonight are entirely unfounded and likely the work of those topside homo sapiens who like to frolic around in the sun and cause trouble.
I like to frolic in the sun. 😎
But I would never spread rumors about your perceived laziness. That would be wrong. 😉
Oh my! I have to dig in order to find out more about this mole people. But this pic has a story as well. Eric, King of Humor.
You may be sadly disappointed when you find out what inspired this post!
I definitely see a resemblance in the eyes….
People tell me I look like my Gramps. I was so proud when I found out he made the cover of Mole People monthly.
Which leads me to wonder why no one asked, “Why do you have a magazine called Mole People?”
We were just being polite. 😛
Or you figured if anyone has such a thing in his possession, it would be me.
I should have known that was your Gramps….thanks for the Monday laugh! 🙂
He never wanted for potatoes or carrots, and he never got caught. After all, who would steal food from below???
You look like a serial killer! SMASH EVERYTHING!!!
Always sound advice!
Hey, I think I used to have a copy of that magazine! How old are you???? (I’m like, way old.)
Pretty old. Not old enough to have bought that magazine at a newsstand, but no spring chicken either.
Oh, cluck, cluck. I’ll be 56 later this month 🙂 I have fond but vague memories of a family friend buying me “monster magazines” when I was a kid. I loved to read about Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney Jr.
Yes! When I was a lad we had a weird indoor farmers’ market with all kinds of oddball vendors. One guy used to sell old monster magazines for 25 cents. Most of them were yellowed, but I had a good time sitting on the porch reading about the same topics.
I would have been (would be) in heaven with a market like that 🙂
That photo is hilarious!
Hilarious? It’s a family portrait, damn it!
This is an apology, almost as publicly intrusive, as the recent offending solicitations for you to join me on Twitter. I do not have any idea how that all got started.
I apologize, and I am also a victim, as my own blog posted 2 reminders for me–yes me– to also remember to join myself on Twitter.
I finally shrugged my shoulders and followed myself on my own twitter account. I got the idea from my Dog Max who ironically chased his own tail in 1979. This was not directly Twitter related, but I do think it may solve your problem.
p.s. Kudos for trying to solve your problem with “bitching,” (I can say that since we are guys right?” But sometimes chasing your own tail is better than assertiveness when it comes to spam-bots and Twitter-status monsters.
Still your biggest fan.
[I’ll be appearing all next week on Twitter]
If you follow yourself on Twitter, there is one important step to remember: Never tweet! It creates a black hole that will swallow Burlington, VT. The black hole will then choke, because Burlington is too big to swallow without chewing. Then the black hole will die. There is no sanitation vehicle known to man that can haul away a dead black hole, so it will have to be cut up and moved in pieces. Can you guess who will get stuck with the bill for that?
I am sorry I can’t understand NJ lingo. Or did the Drummer make some quick cash, then buy Moroccan hash?
Your meandering trail of thoughts–and this means a lot from the KING of NonSequiturs– is a ramshackle, spilled, box of nails. They point along about as disjointed as that live chicken I pulled apart with my teeth, bone by bone.
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