As a strict vegan, she didn’t find “say cheese” very funny.
…and then they would pay. Oh yes. They would pay.
No. It’s mine now. I’m not giving it back.
They’d start to smell it in a week, but it would take forever to find it. That’ll teach them.
Even as he felt for his tablets, he knew it was too late.
Is it on? It’s on. I can’t see it flashing. Can you see it flashing? I think it’s doing it. Did you hear a click? I don’t think it worked.
A compromise of sorts was reached by removing the speakeasy in post.
Before we go upstairs, I should probably warn you that I have rabbits. A lot of rabbits.
More on albums covers here, here, here, here and here. Also here. Oh, and here. And don’t forget here, here, here, and the original, here. All you have to do is stop releasing albums, and I’ll stop making fun of them.
First cover: ”It suddenly dawned on the cellist that she wasn’t getting the same fee as the rest of the group.”
Doric String Quartet: ”They were all fans of ‘Reservoir Dogs,’ but couldn’t quite bring it off somehow…”
Why not have a caption contest ala the back page of The New Yorker?
I did that very thing just here. I’ll do another one just as soon as I stumble on the perfect photo. Let me know if you see one.
Is it me, or does the younger Rozhdestvensky look like an older Gary Barlow out of Britpop group ‘Take That ?’ If you squint a little…