I was clearing some sticker bushes in the way back of our property, and dug up this HUGE shovel head. It must have been for moving… coal? sand? gravel? I don’t know… It would take a bigger man than me to use a shovel like that. Maybe it had something to do with the Green Giant. That dude gave me awful nightmares when I was little.
Drive around behind Mount Rushmore, it’s a handy navigational aid. But why are they naked?
I found this at a garage sale yesterday, and put it in with the pile of other crap Teresa was toting. I wonder if the outfit that made this did other hilariously tacky plates? Collect them all!
When I was a kid, some comic books would have ads proclaiming that you could “Throw your voice”; as I recall, it strongly implied that I could do things like make my mother think that my sister was talking back to her. Apparently they would send a non-rusty version of this device, and instructions of some sort. But what if someone asked you something? Were you supposed to keep a handkerchief or Kleenex handy to pretend to cough into?
This is some Jeff Dunham level stuff here. That would be most amusing to see what would happen if mom heard Evelyn say “I keeeel you!!” But I would have started cracking up and probably end up with this thing lodged in my trachea.
I was moving some dirt down by the creek, and look who turns up. Lovable green and wrinkly Yoda. Don’t know how long he had been in the dirt, but he is in pretty good shape…
… I ran him through the ultrasonic cleaner thing I got at a garage sale, maybe it loosened some of the dirt? Scrubbed him with my wife’s toothbrush (an old one) But he is still a little dirty, and I may have dinged him with the shovel. Still a cool find!
I was going to say, “At least she’s honest!” but it was actually OK.
I got this at one of those antique/cool junk malls yesterday. The idea in my head was to use it as part of a whimsical Rube Goldberg garden irrigation system, it didn’t have the little wooden tap so I didn’t realize it was actually a decanter from the 1970’s. Come to think of it, if someone partook of the evil week, they could probably make a bong or a hookah? But I digress.
Posted it to the subreddit “What is this” and very quickly got an answer and a link.
Decanter with spigot
I am thinking about getting a wooden tap for it and shellacking the heck out of that because it will be outside.
Doesn’t Amazon know, out of the tens of thousands of people getting Amazon packages in this particular style of box with the whimsical suggestion on it, at least one idiot is going to send the baby hurtling down the stairs?
I am not a pharmacist, but I think 3 grains is a lot. Then again, people didn’t usually visit the drugstore for a mere headache 100+ years ago, unless it was caused by a bullet crease or an axeident. (What they called an ax accident)
I am sort of disappointed that this nice tie with pictures of Walmart Semi Trucks on it went for the minimum bid on Listia. Everyone is too serious these days.
This was my dad’s ashtray that was next to his recliner, usually for cigar ashes. I remember when I was a kid, right around the time of the moon landing,
I got an Estes model rocket catalog in the mail. So I made a pitch to invest in some of these highly educational and inexpensive rockets. Dad took the catalog and looked at it for a few minutes, handed it back to me. He took a long pull on his cigar, looked at me and said the words I dreaded; “We’ll see.”
It is no wonder that I am not working for Raytheon or Rockwell as a highly skilled propulsion systems engineer.