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Miscellany Vol. 3

Just a hodge-podge of miscellaneous images from the internet. Most are funny, a few more serious. Just kickin’ back here and letting my mind turn to mush for the night.

Hope you enjoy!

As Tony says from Barking in the Dark, “…continue….”

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Advertising outside of a nail care shop

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Never saw Bert and Ernie from this angle before

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Okay, I get the humor from the sign. But why is there a play phone hanging next to the hummingbird feeder?

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The 1980's

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The 1980's

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The 1980's

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The 1980's

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23 Comments »

  1. I always get a couple of laughs, when I think about the punk rockers and other people showing their kids their picture and saying ….. these are your REAL parents!

    That one comment … I can remember? … I am so old, I can remember gasoline for .18 cents per gallon, and a heavyweight fight and both of the boxers were white guys.

    Lifted a couple of your photos … they are super.

    DS

    • Oh, my 18 cents per gallon is a bit before my time. But when I was a new teenage driver, I remember pulling up to the gas pumps (leaded of course) and the attendant would come out, check my oil, fill my tank, do the windows, and then I would just tell him, “Sent the bill to my parents.” (Small town and my parents were business owners, so everyone knew who there were). Ah, yes. The days of Goober (or was it Gomer?) Pyle taking care of you at the pump in ol’ Mayberry are long gone.

      • Goober was the best friend of Gomer, and was not to be confused with Rufus, who was a third cousin of Aunt Bee, who they did not talk about all that much.

        How about a nickle candy bar or a five cent coke (seven cents if you kept the bottle). Hell, I am so old, I can remember all of those things, even all the way back to when a “dog could not legally vote.”

        DS

      • I never got to “send the bill to my parents” but I remember how embarrassed I was when I finally could not find a full-service gas station anymore and had to ask someone to show me how to pump the gas (I was well into my adult years by then).

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