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Not sure exactly what this is

Pet Food

A precious little girl walked into a pet shop and asked with a lisp, “Excuthe me, Mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?”
The Shopkeeper’s heart melted, and he knelt down beside her and asked, “Do you want a widdle white Wabbit or thoft bwack one?” 
The little girl replied, “I don’t ’think my python gives a thit.”

David Axelrod?

I ran across the above photo when I was researching Helldriving and the Wall of Death and Indian Motorcycles. I tried to think of what this guy is doing, but couldn't. His motives and reasoning are beyond  me, beyond most logical, clear-thinking people. (Hence the title of this post.) Not knowing any more than I do, I will search my childhood memories and simply entitle this photo, "Here Comes the Muffin Man."

Happy landings.

Goose Grease

Grease My Chin?
(The Fox and the Goose)

Oh, the fox went out for a chase one night
prayed to the moon to give him light
he had many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
he had many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o.

He ran right up to the farmers pen
ducks and geese were kept therein
"A couple of you gonna grease my chin
before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple of you gonna grease my chin
before I leave this town-o."

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
slung the little one over his back
he didn't mind the quack quack quack
and the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o
he didn't mind the quack quack quack
and the legs all dangling down-o.

Old Mother Pitter Patter jumped out of bed
out of the window she popped her head
 yelling "John, John the grey goose is gone!
and the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
John, John the grey goose is gone!
and the fox is on the town-o."

John he ran to the top of the hill
blew his horn both loud and shrill
the fox said "I'd better flee with my kill
for he'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o"
the fox said "I'd better flee with my kill
for he'll soon be on my trail-o."

He ran right up to his cozy den
there were his little ones eight nine ten
they said "Daddy won't you please go back again
it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o
Daddy won't you please go back again
for it must be a mighty fine town-o."

The fox and his wife without any strife
cut up the goose with a fork and knife
they'd never had such a supper in their life
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

—American traditional folksong, unknown in England




Added note...
The famous American wildlife painter John James Audubon was in England lining up a publisher for his amazing bird paintings when he painted this beautiful picture of the fox and the goose at the top of this post.

(Read more about Audubon here.)

Inquiring minds

When an anarchist gets released from prison, does that make her a free radical?

Old Pumps

12 Old pumps and one old pimp.