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Dan, Dan, you sick bastard. I just think of Fred Rogers’ trolley when I see this sign.
If you like that, you should go to Alaska and visit
“Skinny Dick’s Half-Way Inn”.
http://national.citysearch.com/profile/4…
If you like that you should go to Santa Cruz, CA and visit the “Holy Christ I’m Choking On My Own Feces Sub Sandwich and T-Shirt Shop”
This is exactly the type of humor my side of the family is known for. We still laugh at burps and farts. My 2 year old niece was cracking up the other day and I asked her what was so funny. She said “I pooft” and giggled. My sister-in-law, her grandmother, looked at her rather sternly and told her “That’s not funny!” and she giggled some more and said “Yes it is!”. Her and I laughed for about 10 minutes straight much to the chagrin of my S-I-L glaring at me.
Dan, I thought you were always going to be thirty-four.
What’s going on in Walla Walla?
despicable me, I think we have a responsibility to set a bad example for the next generation, because we know how and will do it well. Imagine if that were left in the hands of a rookie?? (My sister in law used to tell me it made it difficult for her to set rules for her children when I was dying my son’s hair green at the age of 10…)
@6 is the winner!
“Those who deny the right to marry to others deserve it not for themselves, and, under a just God, will never receive it.”–Abraham Lincoln
Danny,
Do you support the right of polygamists to marry the ones they love?
Honestly Canuck, if we don’t do it who will? I mean really, no one in my SIL’s family is going to pass this down to the little ones. We have a responsibility to carry on family traditions and there is no better time to start than when they’re young and impressionable.
@10 Preach it, sistah! Pass the champagne and put some nachos under the broiler…
It’s been years since I’ve been there, but I believe the bar slogan is/was ‘Relax freely at McFeely’s.’ Assuming that this is the Walla^2 McFeely’s.
I think of Mr. McFeeley, the delivery man from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, when I see that name. If he ever made any deliveries through the back entrance, they kept it on the down low.
Whoever’s in Walla Walla’s the loser! 😀
http://www.flickr.com/photos/curtisperry…
And for @12, front door with slogan (and a rare bonus Chevy Vega Nomad!):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/curtisperry…
@14 Thank you for that. The Google-Fu is weak in this one…
Relax Freely at McFeely’s – that place was a dive and a half, more if a cave than a bar. What are you doing in Walla Walla?