We just spotted this in The Junction while distributing Garage Sale Day posters (sign up now!). Destination unknown. Seems oddly synergistic with two of our previous 3 posts.
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We just spotted this in The Junction while distributing Garage Sale Day posters (sign up now!). Destination unknown. Seems oddly synergistic with two of our previous 3 posts.
my craption:
Look, ya big weenie – you have to wait for the “walk all ways” before your light changes!
I’m too uncreative at the moment to think of a caption, but I love seeing the weiner mobile around! Summer must be coming.
Wait….I don’t have my bifocals on…does that say
“DalaiLama Mobile”?
Lame. I know – he’s a vegetarian, right?
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are you sure that’s not a matchbox car in front of an architect’s model??
“All I know is that we’re supposed to deliver it to a colony of Amazons living somewhere along the Duwamish.”
I didn’t know the presidential motercade was coming through West Seattle!
Oh my gosh, B~! You should be taking on the New Yorker’s back page cartoon contest!
…Reporting LIVE from the West Seattle Junction as the presidential motorcade passes Cupcake Royale…
giant weenie in front of the cupcake shop. Freud would have a field day…
I’ll be frank: I’m glad many of you mustard up the courage to post. It brat the wurst out of some of you. Others will need to ketchup.
As for me, I never sausage a thing. I would relish a ride in it though.
No bun intended…
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one — big hitter, the Lama — long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga…gunga — gunga galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice
An uninformed motorist who hasn’t yet realized that Guppy’s has been closed for a few years now.
Typical West Seattle sausage party. Hate to see what’s rolling around Queen Anne.
Some very good ones so far! Especially B’s!
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Due to a glitch at an internet mapping site, the Oscar Meyer Wiener Mobile mistakenly pulls up in front of the Campbell Building, rather than the Campell Soup Building, where it was scheduled to shoot a TV commercial, promoting, how the two companies claim, well their products go together to make a great meal for kids.
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Mike
BobLoblaw – As the non-punster in a family of punsters, my jaw is on the floor and my hat is off… You are the king.
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