No, no, no. That other book.
art Gilligan’s Island.
U.S. Coast Guard spokeswoman Melissa McKenzie said Saturday that the men were reported missing Tuesday by their families after they failed to show up at the island of Weno.
Follow the link for the picture. It’s a peach.
No, not one of the usual empty suits–an empty lawsuit.
This is trolling of the highest order.
As I was driving home from dinner with my friend, who had an engagement, I was passed by an SUV (SVU might be more like it) with the word, “T-R-U-M-P,” on its rear window in luminous tape.
That sight would have given H. P. Lovecraft himself the willies.
My other thought was, “There goes a racist.”
By the company they keep shall ye know them.
Police reported on Thursday that they believe he was there to buy an new battery and an evaporator head for his own e-cigarette.
He then tried the two new parts in his device in the shop. But as soon as he inhaled on the device, it exploded, burning and wounding his face and knocking several teeth out of his mouth.
“Lake effect” takes on a new meaning:
Giant goldfish are becoming a problem in Minnesota lakes, and wildlife officials are warning fish owners who no longer want to care for their pets not to flush them down the toilet or dispose of them in lakes, ponds or waterways.
Piscatorial pictures at the link.
Let the snaring economy automate your life. (Warning: In questionable taste.)
Daniel Ruth notes that Florida is kind of maybe sort of thinking about considering regulating venomous reptiles. The whole article is a gem and joy which also applies to topics other than snakes in locales other than Florida. Here’s a snippet:
Even Brian Yablonski, the FWC (which somewhat unaccountably seems to stand for “Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission”–ed.) chairman, admitted to the Panama City News Herald that he was at a loss to understand why anyone would want to own a venomous snake, adding: “With freedom comes responsibility, and somehow with the responsibility side, the wheels have fallen off a little bit.”
Isn’t that precious? It’s rather doubtful the Founding Fathers ever considered inserting the phrase “life, liberty and the pursuit of cottonmouth moccasins” into the Declaration of Independence.
. . . unless the fences are bamboo.
I once knew a fellow who bought a house with a stand of bamboo in the back yard. He grew to hate the stuff.
Frederick Neuman tries to figure out what goes on ladies’ rooms to give Donald Trump a case of the wobbling willies. A bit: