Deposed tree, “new” Mayor on Sunday. Coincidence?
And you’ll need it.
Daffy Dwelling, Casa Cuckoo, Daffy Domicile, Potty pied-à-terre.
Suffocated by snow, suffocated by fun: we get it. Go ahead and make that syllogism, safety-driven moms notwithstanding.
Hippies ruined everything, but this stupid joke:
Q: Why did the hippie fall off the swing?
A: Because it was my turn.
A sled run, a photo tent, presents ‘neath the tree: the scene suggests a Mayoral Santa, bowl-full-of-jelly style.
And since you’re asking, I want a mayoral proclamation for Christmas.
With the help of our sponsors at Andersen Bakery in Fox Plaza, we’ll be performing lunchtime reenactments of The Birds everyday this week.
Found: large conifer in Civic Center Plaza, responds to tinsel and lights; seems housetrained, loves attention. If he’s yours, email [email protected]. I can keep him until mid-January, after that he’s going back on the street.
Already?
No photographs. Right. With this view?
Start digging.
Nice day for it.
What is most surprising is not the snow, but that there is only one Juggalo.