So all I can think about now is the line from 'Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf', except instead of not braying, Martha tells hubby George "I don't BRAAAAIIIID!!"
Yes, I suppose. I does certainly fit in with the rest of his signature. Personally, I like the one on the bottom of the page, far left. Nice flow. But maybe too girlie for him and not one befitting a true assertion of his authority as superintendent of the loonybin.
I also like how he attempted a curly flourish (like the letterhead) in the top center-most G. Nice.
There is a place nearby here (right near the high school, actually) that has a banner out front which ACTUALLY reads "Dementia care beyond compare", but I ALWAYS misread it as "Dementia care beyond repair".
That's an alzheimer's care facility. They keep thinGs locked down pretty tiGgGght- don't want patients wanderinGgggG into the hiGh school (or traffic alonGggGGg Butterfield for that matter).
So are you all sayingGGg that TONY THE TIGER is insane? That's just GGGGGGGGGGGGggggreat, my one positive role model GgggGGgone.
Folks, this is the reason why we will no longer have 'word verification' fun--my dear Cletus Warhol had problems posting with it there. Given the choice between the two options, there is simply no better choice.
Now, dazzle us with more of your brilliant repartee, Sir Warhol.
Put the pressure on, why don't ya, darlin! Especially after a long day out roasting in the sun at a future Superfund site.
I suppose it's good practice for the Pitchfork Fest this weekend; except I'll be roasting on a nice lawn instead of ground coal or coke, drinking beer instead of gallons of water, and listening to indie rock instead of the nearby freight trains and flocks of mourning doves.
OMG...I fergot about that. Yer cuz might have an extra ticket for me on Sunday...I'll have to remind her and see if she hasn't already given it away.
A Flock of Mourning Doves is on the bill?? Yeehaw--I haen't seen them in nigh' o'er twenny years. Hope they've managed to keep the hair up after all this time.
A fondness for the letter 'G' is a sure sign of insanity.
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Really. What IS with all the "G"s? Where you done found this, oh Effie Ladylaffness?
Was it cuz the guy was locked up in the G-Unit??? heh heh heh...Jes' a little rap humor for y'all. Thankyeverrymuch...
I got this out in Iowa last summer, from Ray's shop. You remember Ray...
(Hint: rude...ugly...dumbfuck... No? Okay, then how about: Kane County...old...Iowa...asshole ...)
Yep. You remember Ray...
I knew you would.
p.s. word verification for the last post: braaid.
So all I can think about now is the line from 'Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf', except instead of not braying, Martha tells hubby George "I don't BRAAAAIIIID!!"
well, the penmanship practice paid off -- the final "G" he used looks very nice.
Yes, I suppose. I does certainly fit in with the rest of his signature. Personally, I like the one on the bottom of the page, far left. Nice flow. But maybe too girlie for him and not one befitting a true assertion of his authority as superintendent of the loonybin.
I also like how he attempted a curly flourish (like the letterhead) in the top center-most G. Nice.
There is a place nearby here (right near the high school, actually) that has a banner out front which ACTUALLY reads "Dementia care beyond compare", but I ALWAYS misread it as "Dementia care beyond repair".
That's an alzheimer's care facility. They keep thinGs locked down pretty tiGgGght- don't want patients wanderinGgggG into the hiGh school (or traffic alonGggGGg Butterfield for that matter).
So are you all sayingGGg that TONY THE TIGER is insane? That's just GGGGGGGGGGGGggggreat, my one positive role model GgggGGgone.
well, if that's the case--it being an alzheimer's care facility--perhaps 'Dementia care beyond repair' is really more fitting after all.
Ooh--ooh...scrmyfx. Now THAT'S a verification word full of possibility.
Not that I'VE had any scrmyfx lately... 8^|
No quiet ones, either. 8^(
Oh yeah...TMI...meh, whatever...
It seems to me that the bevy of G's are the evidence of someone practicing how to forge the Superintendent's signature.
Which is a valuable skill indeed inside a mental hospital: "Mr. Gein has my permission to leave the grounds to go out for dinner."
YAY, CLETUS!!!!! Greetings, salutations, welcomes!!
Folks, this is the reason why we will no longer have 'word verification' fun--my dear Cletus Warhol had problems posting with it there. Given the choice between the two options, there is simply no better choice.
Now, dazzle us with more of your brilliant repartee, Sir Warhol.
And Missus Warhol. I fully expect a comment or two from you as well from time to time. I'm tired of this 'silent partner' bulldoodie.
Put the pressure on, why don't ya, darlin! Especially after a long day out roasting in the sun at a future Superfund site.
I suppose it's good practice for the Pitchfork Fest this weekend; except I'll be roasting on a nice lawn instead of ground coal or coke, drinking beer instead of gallons of water, and listening to indie rock instead of the nearby freight trains and flocks of mourning doves.
OMG...I fergot about that. Yer cuz might have an extra ticket for me on Sunday...I'll have to remind her and see if she hasn't already given it away.
A Flock of Mourning Doves is on the bill?? Yeehaw--I haen't seen them in nigh' o'er twenny years. Hope they've managed to keep the hair up after all this time.
I don't think any of us can keep the hair up the way we could twenny years ago.
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