"The caretakers of the various cemeteries involved report that no ghosts walk."
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Is it an ashtray? Is it a trophy? Or is it just some poor animal's severed foot? Or is it all of the above? Montanans are very resourceful.
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Yuck. Nasty. But I'm so not surprised. Here's your new life's work: figure out all the strange, nasty stuff that Montanans do, and go do a statistical analysis of it. You could make it a book. And sell many copies. People like to read about the weird stuff that other people do.
Hey! I think it's a work of art! Like turd birds (yes, our Father's favorite artifact). Poop on a stick. Literally. Utter poetry! *sigh* I love Montana:)
I have a fondness for Billy Basses. They move. They sing. It's a festival of plastic fishness. Hooves, while practical, don't move. They sit and collect dust and in this case change. I like the tableau provided by the fishing reel next to the hoof. Death. And this is in Spouse's office. In the window. And I gave him the hoof. It's love.
And practical. No waste. Your mate will be proud of what a resourceful little homemaker you will be. You could've just thrown the hoof out, but were ever so much more creative. It could even replace the booming scrapbooking industry as the craft du jour!
6 comments:
Yuck. Nasty. But I'm so not surprised. Here's your new life's work: figure out all the strange, nasty stuff that Montanans do, and go do a statistical analysis of it. You could make it a book. And sell many copies. People like to read about the weird stuff that other people do.
Have fun with your guest! Whee!
Hey! I think it's a work of art! Like turd birds (yes, our Father's favorite artifact). Poop on a stick. Literally. Utter poetry! *sigh* I love Montana:)
i wish i had me a montana turd bird. yep, and a jackalope.
I have a fondness for Billy Basses. They move. They sing. It's a festival of plastic fishness. Hooves, while practical, don't move. They sit and collect dust and in this case change. I like the tableau provided by the fishing reel next to the hoof. Death. And this is in Spouse's office. In the window. And I gave him the hoof. It's love.
I'll remember the hoof=love equation next Valentines day! Who knew it could so simple and "earthy!"
And practical. No waste. Your mate will be proud of what a resourceful little homemaker you will be. You could've just thrown the hoof out, but were ever so much more creative. It could even replace the booming scrapbooking industry as the craft du jour!
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