All Rileyed Up

Written by Riley on March 27, 2007 in: Musings |

Respect, brah.

Fee, Fie, Foe, Flap, I Smell the Blood of a Tourist Trap.

Exactly.

There… are no words. None. Really.

Oh, wait. There is one: Meatloaf!

Let me sleep on it, baby, baby, let me sleep on it…

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The Deming postqard is almost surreal. It may give me nightmares tonight.

Comment by Veronica Mitchell — March 27, 2007
That’s some excellent postcardage. The Deming one! Yikes.

Comment by Beck — March 27, 2007
Those are all pretty funny, although I’ll have to agree with Beck and Veronica that the Deming one stands out!

Comment by Mary-LUE — March 27, 2007
i heart bodega bay.

Comment by dgm — March 27, 2007
Isn’t that a cactus behind the bird running backwards?…

Jaysus.

Comment by jchevais — March 28, 2007
Deming must be mighty…uh…windy.

Comment by Oh, The Joys — March 28, 2007
Where do you come up with these? Your best batch yet.

Comment by scribbit — March 28, 2007
I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. Oh no. I won’t do that.

Comment by Kristi — March 28, 2007

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