balding angrily

I’ve been collecting pictures, little signs that God, the universe, and other strangers have a sense of humor.  I finally got them off my iPhone and into my flickr stream.

For your enjoyment.  Or maybe just for my enjoyment, as I’m sure these are only funny to me.

I like how stick figures can make anything precious: Oh look!  It’s a little baby in his little baby diapers with a plastic bag on his head!  How cute!

Again, it may be because he’s a stick figure, but that fella looks like he’s having a grand time tripping over that perfectly rectangular obstruction. He’s kicking up his heels as if he’s in a revival of The Music Man; it’s a “Shipoopi” kind of heel-kick. What’s missing is a word balloon that says, “I’ve always wanted to break my wrists. Looks like today is my lucky day!”

Can you imagine an upright citizen seeing this poo in the grass, running to his house, writing this note (paying attention to the relative impact of different font sizes for maximum effect), stealing one of those plastic dessert advertisers from a local restaurant, and stuffing this in the ground?  People are frigging awesome.