Plastic Rubber Duckies

Plastic Rubber Duckies, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Take a slice of Blue Paper
add a pinch of White Cotton Ball
stir in a Red Picket Fence
blend with Green Bubble Wrap
and Garner with Plastic Rubber Duckies
and wa LA!
You have One Traumatized baby Plastic Rubber Ducky floating on a lake under a beautiful sky behind his Mama who seems to have a GIANT plastic strip coming from her rear end and attacking him.

View in fear of the Plastic Strip Monster!!! Mu HA HA HA!

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Pioneertown Water

Pioneertown Water, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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They thought of everything in the Old West. This water pump was designed way before it's time, it has a spigot inside to hook up a hose.

View with a rain coat on because I'm sure now that I know this, I'm going to hook up a hose and squirt you.

Rooms Upstairs, Pioneertown

Rooms Upstairs, Pioneertown, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Through a dusty window stood some abandoned poker chips lost or left behind forever on a table with more dirt on it than the ground. The chair pushed out, forgotten by the Gambler that deserted it in a hurry for an unknown reason. The paint, peeling and cracked barely covered the wood of the door that stood at the end of the room. A sign, hand painted stuck to the middle of the door read Rooms Upstairs.

That's when I slammed $100,000 of Monopoly money into some mans hands and said, I'll take it, and ran into the building and through the door and fell off the building as the man with money hollered after me, It's a FACADE!

I say more of a Sham! After all, he did take my Monopoly Money.

View pretending you are in the coolest Old West Town in the West, Pioneertown California

For more Pioneertown photo's check out my Pioneertown, Ca photo set.

Must Haves

Must Haves, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I found this little bottle of McIlhenny Co Brand Tabasco Sauce at my Mother in Laws house and had to have it. So I arm wrestled her for it. I lost. She gave it to me anyway and told me to stop my crying.

View breathing fire

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What Part Of Ding Dong Did You Not Understand

What Part Of Ding Dong Did You Not Understand, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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With my favorite food in the WHOLE world back on the market, I headed off to the grocery store. Upon locating the shelf where they were supposed to be, I found a crumb and nothing else. Quickly I located a sweet old lady with a cane who worked there. Politely I asked, Do you have any more Ding Dongs? She smiled and hobbled off slowly down the aisle with her cane in hand. Stopping about halfway down, she reached to the shelf and pulled something off then slowly hobbled on back to where I was. She placed the product on the shelf in front of me and replied with the sweetest Grandma voice ever, Here you go young man. I held up my hand and quietly (but loud enough for her to hear with a hearing aid) said, You wait here for just a moment, then with arms swinging wildly back and forth by my side, hurried off doing my best Power Walk. Out the doors, through the parking lot, to my car and into the trunk. I found what I needed and with butt swinging wildly back and forth did an even quicker Power Walk back to the store, into the doors and down the aisle where the cutest little Grandma ever waited patiently. I took the hammer, swung it over my head and brought it down on the cheap disgusting knock off that was NOT what I asked for and looked her straight in the eyes and asked her in my best 'I'm talking to a child' voice, Do you know what a Ding Dong is???

and that's when her right foot flew up from the ground with lightning speed, kicking me right in the groin. With the sweetest Grandma voice EVER, she replied, I most certainly do young man.

View rolling around the ground groaning

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Our Daily Challenge: Play With Your Food (you should really know better than to make a challenge like this when I am involved) :)

Wagon Wheel Saloon, Pioneertown

Wagon Wheel Saloon, Pioneertown, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Dang it! It's locked! I was soooo thirsty too. Now I'll have to get an ice cold picture of beer somewhere else.

View while dodging bullets

Mane Street Hotel And Bat House, Pioneertown

Mane Street Hotel And Bat House, Pioneertown, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Back in the 1800's, before cars and trucks, Cowpeople got around the Old West by Bat. Riding long, sun parched trails for days, they would come to an old dusty town, tie up their tired and thirsty bats to a post and clean up at the local hotel before heading out to the local saloon to find some goose women ... er, LOOSE women. After a night of ...

What? It's BATH HOUSE not BAT HOUSE? Are you sure?

Whatever, I'm sticking to my story of riding bats and goose women ... uh, I mean LOOSE women.

View riding a Bat into the sunset of an Old West Town

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