Too Cute for Comfort
Too Cute for Comfort
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Go ahead, torment your closest friends, taunt them, subject them to a torture so inconceivably cruel it’s sure to turn the ghosts of the Inquisition envy-green: spam your whole contact list this picture of two plush animals, cuddly, hugging on a clothesline. Counsel them to forward it to 803 of their dearest and most intimate friends to enjoy good fortune or they will suffer diarrhea. Whatever you do, don’t forget the caption:
HANGIN’ IN THERE
Read My Mind
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This odd signage, found behind Santa Monica Boulevard storefront, guarantees a parking spot for Kreskin. More remarkably: The tow drivers must also possess keen psychic powers in order to avoid interruption as they chain up the offending car, lest the owner run out, keys in hand and pant, “I saw it coming.”
Tales of Mother Spruce
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“My dear little saplings,” Mother Spruce explained, “Outside the forest are creatures who walk on two tiny limbs and think they have outgrown the bitter legacy of discrimination. Regardless of race, creed or brand of sunglasses, the two-limbs are free to use the main entrance to this overstocked stadium where they can shop, get totally lost in the plumbing department, and be the object of an all-points missing person bulletin. But we trees, sentinels of the forest, must use the lumber entrance. And beware, little saplings, once you get there, you will get buzz sawed into many pieces, which may adversely affect your shopping experience.”
Moral: Buy a dismemberment insurance policy.
Senior One Dollar
Who says all the old money is in Pasadena? If it’s old money you’re searching for, here’s venerable old money in spitting distance of Lafayette Park in downtown L.A. (Especially recommended for hush money and peddling of influence.)
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Sign of Apathetic Times
Hey, brother or sis, if the Monday morning blues get you down, here’s the shingle with the right jingle:
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