Hysterical
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This is an infra-red edit of the single most humorous thing I have ever seen in a graveyard. I was Sacramento’s Old City Cemetery where countless historic figures are interred when I turned around and saw this sight. I could tell you it was a mother crow feeding a very large youngster; the young are easily as big as the parents while they are being fed outside of the nest. I could tell you that it was “bird season” for crows and this was some sort of bonding ritual between an old couple that had been together for years. Or I could tell you that it was about 10000 degrees in the graveyard when I took this shot and the birds were panting like crazy, especially the ones appropriately dressed (or “feathered”? “Downed”???) in black. But I’d rather say the thought that came to mind as soon as this painfully obvious shot was noticed: You REALLY know you’re dead when you look up to see two crows on a tombstone with your name on it, singing in harmony. That should confirm it nicely. THIS PIECE IS FEATURED IN: Amazing Graves. Thank you AG Group for remembering my little shot and honouring it once it returned! Ya’ll rock! The Necessary Evility / Nikon D80 / Nikkor 70-300mm lens / Exposure: 1/160 / F/stop: 5.6 / ISO: 400 (but I can’t imagine why) / Focal length: 300mm / Metering mode: Pattern / Creative setting: Vivid and actually important since that setting increases sharpness before editing to monochrome / no tripod (Maybe that explains the shutter speed and ISO) / hella hot outside (Perhaps 100 degrees F.) / No crows were not bothered in this shot / No, I’m not really sure what they were singing. Forgot my babblefish. / Corel Paintshop Pro Photo XI did the editing / shot taken due east
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My daughter Trinity has the best sense of humor. We were having sooooooo much fun being silly. Probably too much fun! LOL FEATURED in the group Mood & Ambience / FEATURED in the group LMAO Art / FEATURED in the group Family Unlimited
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Gel medium transfer on paper and acrylic: pigment ink print and and collage.
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Russell Crow shirt
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A boarded horse at my friend’s ranch that was soooooo much fun to meet! He would pose for me & when I would ask him to show me his teeth he would ~ every time! It was hilarious! As it turned out almost every horse boarded there showed me their teeth when I asked! I was crying by the time I had to leave!
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I figured some of you might get a real kick out of this one, so let me know what ya think!
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Baby Girl was yawning when I caught this shot. It looks like she’s drunk but doesn’t think she is at all. I wonder how a slerred meow would sound? ha ha ha /
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Works for me.
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My dad, eldest son of a car-dealing family, had been teasing my little brother and me that he was going to “trade in” my mother “for a newer model”. I was ten or eleven, which meant Forrest (II) was about 5, and he really didn’t understand what Papa was talking about. Since Papa seldom joked with us kids, and he’d been at it for months, I’d been getting pretty nervous about this. / I had ADD/ADHD, but in those days, people thought only little blonde, blue-eyed boys got it, and that they eventually grew out of it—both items of incorrect information. My mother’s family had already found that corporal punishment didn’t work on me, and were in the middle of a fear campaign: “Dayonda,” they would tell me, “you’re so naughty you’re making your mother sick, and when she dies, you’ll get a step-mother just like Cinderella’s, and you’ll have to do all the work and she won’t want you and your dad won’t help you,” they continually scolded. “Do you want a wicked-witch stepmother like that?” they would ask. / I would cry, of course, because I didn’t want that to happen, and I had no wish to kill my mother by behaving badly. But I couldn’t “fix” my behavior, and the harder I tried the worse I behaved. / So, between my dad talking about trading Mama in for a new mother, and my grandparents and aunts and uncles on her side impressing upon me that my mom was getting sick and would die from my “naughtiness”, I was very upset and even depressed in those days. / It came to a crisis point one afternoon when my father picked me up from school with a black-haired woman in the front passengers’ seat of our tiny Mercury Comet. I got into the back seat without comment, trying to ignore the woman in the front. I would not look directly at her, because that might make the nightmare be true. / We were heading toward home when Papa spoke: “Dayonda,” he began, “you know that I’ve been considering divorciing your mom and getting a new model, right?” / I made a strangled sound, which he must have taken for a “yes”. / The lady in the black hair turned around and looked at me. She had Mama’s eyes, nose—- my mother’s face, and wore one of my mother’s blouses. (How could he do that? Give her Mama’s clothes on top of everything else! And get somebody with Mama’s face?) / After looking directly at me for a few seconds, the woman laughed! Even worse, she spoke to me,—in Mama’s voice! She said: “What do you think, Dayonda? I just bought this black wig; do you like it?” / I felt pure shock! Could what she was saying be true? This was all wrong! “Are you really my mother?” I choked out. / She assured me that she was, that she was just wearing a wig, that’s all. And when I continued to cry hysterically, she thought it might help if she pulled the wig off her head. It didn’t help, not one bit. In fact, it was such an outlandish thing to do that it made it even worse. It was hours before I could settle down, and over the next few days I continued to have crying jags on and off. / Several days later I overheard my parents talking about that incident: They had come to the conclusion that I was awfully sensitive, and maybe could use some “toughening up”. They also decided that maybe my sense of humor wasn’t “fully developed as yet”, and they’d have to be careful of the practical jokes they pulled on me. (I later asked what the difference between a “practical joke” and a “just plain joke” was.) / I was their first child, you see, and so I was the product of unskilled labor. / The did better with my brother. -=Dayonda
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My youngest daughter Trinity ~ ready to get up already! =) /
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My old roommate has a twisted sense of humor, she got Fred online along with The Ex-Boyfriend Knife Holder & she LOVES them! And I must admit it ~ I DO TOO! So we’re both twisted? Maybe that’s why we’ve been friends for almost 20 years now? LOL / /
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A study of humanisticality
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A shirt perfect to anyone who want a real super cock!
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OMG!!!
by Jen WhyteI have been featured again …. twice in one day … oh how I love that ’’Bits and Pieces’’ group. ‘At the End of a Busy Day’ has been …
I have been featured again …. twice in one day … oh how I love that ’’Bits and Pieces’’ group. ‘At the End of a Busy Day’ has been featured. A poem and an image – WOW! I am totally overwhelmed and will have to go and lie down … don’t know if it’s good for me at my age!!! HaHaHahahahahahaha! hysterical laughter fading into the distance …................................................................................................................
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***** Being held to ransom......help me!!!!!!!! ****
by Sharon PerrettHave you read this amazing work, I need my next fix and you can help…..... Artstruggle’s Xmas gift swop...
Have you read this amazing work, I need my next fix and you can help…..... Artstruggle’s Xmas gift swop
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Well I think the title said it all. We were laughing so hard and well this shows that Jenny has no fillings. Lucky girl!
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Another work in the Dancers With Attitude Series. A wardrobe malfunction / led to this cack attack.. / I had to capture it =) / She has such a pretty / laugh face.
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LITERARY GIANT
by pAgEdOwNWho is this man / wild-eyed and terrible? / wailing unstoppable? / Sobbing, crying, weeping / Sobbing tears / Throat-sobbed sore, / who is this…
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Need a good laugh???
by JellybeaN2If you’re in need of a good laugh, check out my favourite video clip… no matter how many times I watch it, I laugh hysterically EVERY S…
If you’re in need of a good laugh, check out my favourite video clip… no matter how many times I watch it, I laugh hysterically EVERY SINGLE TIME lmao :P click to watch Happy Bubbling / Jellybean :D
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The Spectre Chronicles (Part 1 of 8)
by jpmclaughlanThe next day I was worrying so much but then Abdullah told me never fear Superman is here and then I had a Cardiac arrest and sued him an…
This is a very nonsensical 8 part series I wrote almost 3 years ago, and no i wasn’t high when i wrote it. ps. don’t bother telling me it doesn’t make sense, or that it’s ridiculous, because i already KNOW that
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