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A waterbed, naturally. Grimy clogged toilet and sink in the bathroom. The only thing wrong with this picture is that there aren't piles of dirty laundry on the floor along with stacks of books and magazines, including playboy of course.
at Eureka, a restaurant in San Francisco. The plate has pickled okra, pimento cheese, pickled sweet onions, and fresh tomatoes.
This little setup in the far corner of a (three story) roadside market in Eastern Washington just begged to be photographed.
Perhaps the greatest cousin gag gift ever was this tribute to the Redneck Christmas song. Yes that is a box of tampons...and yes I got them at the $1 store.
saw this on my way to work ,we would never do this because if it will hold water that means it wouldn't leak and it had a few more fishing time left!
a lazy afternoon of hunting gophers on the farm...before I offend someone, its not killing for sport, its to bring down the gopher population in the pasture so that the cattle don't get caught in one of their holes and break a leg.
We pulled the engine out of this 1981 Jeep Wagoneer without a cherry picker. Or at least not a real one.
After tearing off the heads and eliminating as much weight as possible we had to figure out a way to get it out. So when the first weight bar was bowing badly we decided to use the olympic weight bar. That was batter but we couldn't getthe engine out without some type of leverage. Looking around I asked if we could put 4x6's under the engine to lift it.
Shawn said no, but had the idea of putting the 4x6's on top with cinder blocks underneath.
The unbelievable thing is that it actually worked. And nobody was hurt. Well except from some squished fingers and scraped knuckles.
The really bad part was that they had to carry it on the weight bar about 40 feet or so to the back of the guy's truck, then list it onto the tailgate.
But they did it. It only took about six hours.