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We didn’t see any

We took the backroads to go buy our coffer yesterday and spotted this on the way. England, am I right?

The purpose of the box is to hold some of the junk threatening to overwhelm the livingroom. We spent the evening digging through archaeological layers of stuff. There weren’t any nice surprises, but there weren’t any dead mice either and we did manage to purge a lot of it. I’m tuckered. I’m nearly plumb tuckered.

Thanks to all of y’all for the well wishes yesterday. Remember, back here tomorrow for Dead Pool 177.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: February 15, 2024, 9:34 pm

I was privileged to traverse a little hamlet in North Carolina many times in my travels there 55 years ago named Lizard Lick.

One post, two signs on either side of the post. Decades later the wide spot in the road became the location of a realilty show called “Lizard Lick Towing.”

Comment from Anonymous
Time: February 15, 2024, 11:28 pm

Anonymously Some Vegetable

“… the old passion seized on Toad and completely mastered him, body and soul. As if in a dream he found himself, somehow, seated in the driver’s seat; as if in a dream, he pulled the lever and swung the car round the yard and out through the archway; and, as if in a dream, all sense of right and wrong, all fear of obvious consequences, seemed temporarily suspended. He increased his pace, and as the car devoured the street and leapt forth on the high road through the open country, he was only conscious that he was Toad once more, Toad at his best and highest, Toad the terror, the traffic-queller, the Lord of the lone trail, before whom all must give way or be smitten into nothingness and everlasting night. He chanted as he flew, and the car responded with sonorous drone; the miles were eaten up under him as he sped he knew not whither, fulfilling his instincts, living his hour, reckless of what might come to him.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: February 16, 2024, 12:07 am

Poo Water, Toad Crossing.

A mix of childhood stories from Merry Olde.
Add in the modern septic tech, we get, in this case…

“The Wind in Septic Tank”.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 16, 2024, 3:09 am

@Durnedyankee — …and, one step further, Winnie the Poo.

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 17, 2024, 5:06 am

That’s a road, isn’t it. Would anyone really expect a driver to notice a toad on the road? In time to break or swerve? I doubt that it’s even possible. So…

“Yeah, you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog.
On a moonlight night, you got your dead toad frog.”

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