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“Um, hey, Spudboy. Whatcha been doing?”
“Nuthin’. You?”
You never did like that bigass flea-and-spider-filled sunbeaten rattan chew toy anyway, didja? Well, he took care of it for you, and all without being asked.
And before anyone asks, let’s all chip in and tear up The Overnight Open Thread.
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I can almost hear it now:
“Josh! Bryan! You won’t believe it– I just scored a 6-pack of carrot extract and, get this, a whole bag of sun-dried figs! ROADTRIP!!”
“Dude! Gotcha covered! Got some ‘Traditional Medicinals Organic Raspberry Leaf!’ We gonna boil some water tonight!”
The only thing worse than that photo is the embarrassing notion that the industrial designer of the lame-o 1965 Ford Country Squire is still alive to see this, on The Overnight Open Thread.
By Guys For Guys from the Whale Tails Busty Bakery.
I waffled a bit on posting this image, but since it was offered up by Savage’s Girl, and since she is a she, I’ll assume it’s been pre-approved by the local female contingent for general consumption on The Overnight Open Thread.
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Yep. Makes all kinda sense to me, especially when you check out his fans. One guy’s giving the seekrit devil-rockin’ sign; another is apparently indecisive about giving a thumbs-up or thumbs-down. Maybe he’s ahead of the game and just trying to hitch an early ride home. Wise move, that.
It’s intuitively obvious to the casual observer that the next step for Mr. Cremora (after a thorough dusting) is to roll around in a big vat of egg batter and bread crumbs and threaten to jump into the deep fryer, all the while taking bets.
Odds are 1:35 that he’ll balk, and since it looks like he’d survive as as a walking-talking McNugget with minimal damage, I’m putting my money on the Frybaby, on behalf of The Overnight Open Thread.
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