So what I’m really saying is that this post is leftover leftovers –
kind of like stale reheated hash.
Sound appetizing?
I’m guessing that some of you who stumble onto this post have not
dedicated your lives to reading the hundreds of posts that preceded
it, so maybe some of these pics might look fresh and new to you.
At least they won’t be cute. Cute was last week. These are the
un-cute reusals from the reuse folder.
Un-cute includes scary.
This carved pumpkin is disturbing, but how about...
A Rambo Queen Elizabeth? Or...
A new visitor at your doggie door.
Even tree can spook you.
This one doesn't surprise me. I've always been wary of Ronald McDonald
Those of you keeping track, (or those that can do the quick math from
the column on the right,) are aware that this is the 200th
blog post for Just Plain Stupid. 200 useless amalgamations of pixels
spit up on the digital cosmos.
I couldn’t have done it without you. So let’s get sentimental
and cheesy before the NSA, Vladimir Putin, ISIS, the Disney
Corporation, or Starbucks shuts this blog down.
Among all the garbage I've spewed in the last two years, a few
slimy nuggets have clung to a surprising number of computers and
phones across the globe. My series of creepy things has had several
hundred hits, particularly the ones about Diane Keaton
Almost half of all the hits this blog has
received were on that post. Did ESPN think I was really talking
sports and link it? Did the Lawyers of Little Debbie hope to bring a
service denial shut down of blogspot?
I like to think it was the parody of Little Debbie done to the tune
of the Candyman. Parodies frequently do well on this blog,
like the parody of Starbucks to the tune of Downtown,
also got only 4 hits, but I think we can understand why on that one. He’s still trying to get me to post his poem, Garumplephink, but so
far I think I've spared you that indignity (though it’s getting
hard to keep track of which indignities I’ve foisted upon you and
which I haven’t.)
So this is the point where I should make a commitment to give you
even better, high quality entertainment in the year to come – to
create (and steal) the most fascinating and hysterical content for
your blog viewing pleasure.
Not gonna happen. But for the moment, I will continue to throw
gobbets of my imagination into our increasingly disgusting cyberspace
in an attempt to sell my pathetic novels and live comfortably with a
reliable supply of Pop Tarts.
Because that’s what you've come to expect from Just Plain Stupid.
And now, for no reason I can think of - The Llama Song
Lynn V. R. and Joe T. are two friends from High School – which
means they are very old people. They are also (or were before I
called them old,) Facebook friends. They share (meaning they each
have,) and share (meaning they offer it to others,) an appreciation
for bad signs.
Maybe I’m a little sensitive to this subject having so many written
words out there that can be taken the wrong way. (My proofreader
assures me that the funniest bit in Trouble in Taos was something I
didn’t intend to say.)
Still – they have sent me (as have a few others,) so many pictures
of bad signs, ads and labels that I figured it was time to share their
brand of humor with the many fives of you who read this blog.
Part One - Wait...
That does say flickering - right?
Nothing wrong here - till you count the arms
So I just go see... hey?
Good safety tip - thanks
Sure it does.
Part Two - Yuck
From Florida?
And for dessert...
Part Three - expression
How about Sancho?
Where's the petition? I'll sign.
Part Four - worth repeating. These images have been on JPS before.
Great ad
Truth in Advertising!
When I was a kid - this ad freaked me out. I never grew out of it.