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Friday, September 24, 2010

Who Let the Dogs Out?


This underline shit has got to stop. Editor has mind of his own today. Maybe we should cut his off. 
The blogmaster has fixed the editor and it's a little buggy. At least you're not seeing what I am.Anyway, from the looks of this gal, one should be able to hear her scream even in outer space.

Posted by Joe Blutarski at 11:13 AM

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Joe Blutarski
Star Valley, United States
I didn't much care for this self-portrait at first. Looks like I have a missing front tooth. Better for the image, after all. Everybody here wears designer sunglasses because of the extreme heat in the summertime. Except the tourists, of course. They dress down to be inconspicuous. I almost left the hat in Texas. It's great and the tourists ask me directions at the gas station when I wear it. At first, not remembering exactly where I was, I underestimated the distance remaining in their journeys. One was going to Alpine, the other to Jackson. This seemed to make them happy. So now I always tell them it's half as far, rather than try to convince them to stay. Over my right shoulder is Dry Canyon, the source of Dry Creek. If you can see the sprinklers over my left shoulder you will discover it is anything but. I expected to find the Dalai Lama here in the Tetons, only to find he had moved to India. Gunga Lagunga! There goes my career as master looper. The grass here gets bent when it grows tall enough. The Featherbed variety gets sold to the snowbirds.
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