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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Number 5
Ok, I know I need to get better with my sneaky snark, but this guy was in the way the whole damn time! Whatever it's good to have a human of average size in the frame for comparison anyways. What we have here, behind the guy tapping away on his phone and ruining my shot, is the Cryptkeeper's lover world's oldest anorexic. You can't see it, but this is a mature woman flitting around with this nonsense. I mean, she is so tiny her leg is the same size as the pole for the parking meter. Let me say this again the parking meter. It boggles the mind. I had a sandwich with me at the time, but I sure as hell wasn't going to share it with this old piece of jerky, no siree bub. Fortunately for me (and the rest of the passengers) she remained conscious and functioning the entire time. So here's a congrats to the old girl, I hope she has fun at her destination later. And that they serve lots of sandwiches.
Unrelated, I freaking love this picture ----> Who wants to read Sandwich Girl anime with me?!?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Number 4
And we're back! This special lady I found wandering the streets in the rain complaining to some poor soul on the other end of her cell phone about how much her job sucks and how it's raining outside. (well technically misting, one of those awful events. Also, haven't we all been on the other end of those phone calls? Doodling on a notepad wondering when it's appropriate to hang up after listening to someone elses crazy?) As you can see she has developed a rather odd gate from all of that malnutrition taking its toll on her poor skeletal frame. I imagine that whatever it is that holds the hips in place is starting to disintegrate on a diet of vitamins and diluted cups of juice leaving her with a rather lurching stride as she gallantly slogs on up on the unforgiving pavement. If anything she's a trooper, carrying a bag large enough to contain all of her vital organs alongside and not collapsing is really a feat of incredible strength for our Thumbelina. Now perhaps she can meet up with Prince Cornelius and throw back some thimbles of watered down honey nectar after her long, harrowing day of escaping sandwiches once again.
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