Here is a picture of my dad standing betwixt a cement mixer and Charley the Tuna.
That is all.
UPDATE:
My friend Brez, who survived the St. Crackpipe Catholic High School experience along with me, just sent me this email, and it was too good not to share. Editor's Note: Merrill = my dad.
Dear Kate,
I looked at your blog today and big photo with your dad sent me into wisecrack overload.
I've been sitting here shaking, blurting out rude comments to nobody in particular:
1.) Damn tuna papparazzi should just leave poor Charlie alone. YES, he's a public figure -- but this is stalking!
2.) After a few decades and some serious problems, the surviving Village People put aside their differences for a reunion concert at Pittsburgh's ball field.
3.) From left to right, this looks like a very strange natural history museum chart about evolution.
4.) Charlie's face registers his sudden, unrelenting terror: The two guys from the Big Sandwich Society have lured him here under false pretenses -- and inside that cement mixer is a ton of mayonnaise and relish!
5.) The guy on the left is thinking: "Just a little bit lower, Charlie, and I've got you on film -- nailed for sexual harassment!"
6.) Hey kids, look! It's the worst birthday-party entertainment in history!
7.) Merrill forgot to wear a hat, and thus is ostracized by the others for being "different."
8.) The cracked-out Teletubbies say: Time for tubby custard!
9.) This is the reason three-way, interspecies gay marriage scares so many Americans.
10.) The Anti-Abortion Caviar Crusade has a small, but loyal following.
11.) "So ma'am, you're still not sure any of these suspects are the man who stole your purse? ... You say he had a distinctive odor? ... Why don't you try giving each one a whiff ... Okay ... What do you mean you STILL can't tell the difference?"
Stop me!!!!
posted by Kate at 9:38 AM link/comments
sorry, i'm not very clever.