One Of This Things Is Not Like The Others

Field correspondent Shu is back with another submission.  Clickin' for enbiggen.

Shu sent this to me from Las Vegas, where they attend to any vice one may have, be it alcohol, tobacco or nuts.  My question is how nuts got top billing.  I can hear the proprietor now: "we'll draw them in with the nuts and the we can push the other stuff on them."  Nuts.

Sure.That's The Reason

I was at a chain restaurant known for excellent burgers, which also provides peanuts in the shell, when I saw this.  Click the picture to enbiggen.

I know we're part of a litigious society, but really?  Are the peanuts going to go wild and start cramming themselves down the throats of the susceptible?  And what about those with nut allergies who enter the store? Or maybe this restaurant just doesn't want the additional cost of people stocking up for snacking later.

The Stuff Birds' Nightmares Are Made Of...

I apologize for the late post this week.  Frankie had emergency surgery to remove an unruly and very angry appendix on Wednesday.  She's doing pretty well and we thank all the well wishers.

Anyway, back to What The Foto.  Today's submission  is another from regular contributor, Outlaw.  This is one that I recommend against clicking to enbiggen...

He writes:
This weekend I helped a teammate of mine remove some brush from his back yard to make way for the new fence he was putting up.  In between loads, that were being taken to the local mulch site, I walked around to the side of the house where I saw... this.

It's a bird house. No, really... it is. Someone actually MADE this... And my teammate actually BOUGHT it. Now, I know several people who hang owls outside to scare off pests. This thing damn near scared me out of the yard. No bird, init's right mind, is going to fly into the mouth of a faux fur owl and make a nest in its belly. This is what I like to call a "design fail". If there is a critter insane enough to make a home here, it should remain quite warm. The inside is lined with fur as well.

Mixed Messages

Our new field correspondent, Millersburger, snapped this most excellent picture and sent it to me.  Please click the image to enbiggen. Yes, I did blur a couple letters to keep this blog PG-13 and safe for work.

Oh, man this is just awesome!  I would love to know how many voices are swimming around in the head of this vehicle owner.  Those bumper stickers seem to be expressing sentiments that are at odds with each other.  Or, perhaps, they feel that presidential/Camelidae sodomy is an act of kindness.  It definitely qualifies as random.

Breaking Medical News!

Today's post is courtesy of Musicmannnnn (I have no idea how many ns he's using these days).  Click the pictures to enbiggen.

So I'm looking at this and wondering what's up with it.  Sure the chicken theme is weird, especially the one with the substantial gluteal area.  The "SWEET GIFT" line is a bit creepy but not WTFoto worthy.  Then I received the zoom in:

Either there is a word missing or the tobacco industry has finally figured out how much to pay the Surgeon General.

Precision Does Not Necessarily Equate To Safety

Field correspondent Outlaw is back with another good one.  Click the picture to enbiggen.

Traffic can be a pain near where I work, especially around 5:00 pm. I decided to cut through an apartment complex to cut the time. Yes, I know, you're technically not supposed to be doing that, but I'm a rebel, born to be wild, and you just can't cage me. Don't even try. However, I do try my best to be an observant driver. Check my blind spots, use my turn signal, obey the speed limit... but I simply refuse to bow to this. It's a bit absurd, don't you think? I mean, my speedometer doesn't even have individual markers to make sure that I'm actually going 9 mph. Why 9? Why not be like everyone else and make it 10? I even tried that through this particular parking lot. 10 mph is pretty flippin' slow. It's clear to me that the person managing this apartment complex is just being a dick. Who the hell goes 9 mph? Not this guy. I flew through there going 15... Take that, management...

Just Put That Anywhere

Field correspondent DoubleH send this to me a while ago.

Just because you HAVE a four wheel drive vehicle doesn't mean you have to USE the four wheel drive option.  Seriously, there is absolutely no reason this Jeep could not have fit nicely in that parking spot.  I guess they were worried about getting a door ding on the wood paneling.

No Title Needed

Captain Dr. "The Original Chip" Mac, esq. send me this one.  Not only is no title needed, there is no comment needed either.  You're on your own with it.

Lumber-Based Clothing Is The Best

This is another two-picture, zoom-in post.  Click the pictures to enbiggen.

Last week, I took advantage of the nice weather to enjoy lunch on the patio of a locally-owned restaurant.  I noticed the above cabinet mounted on the wall.  I assume it was custom made to enclose a television.  I then noted that there is text on the bottom board.  It has the manufacturer's name and logo in the middle, nothing unusual there.  Then I noticed this text on the left-hand edge:

"PRIME ALL CUTS":  Now that is good advice.  You don't want your board to rot from the cuts you make.

"Call Kurt for a Shirt":  Uhhh, what?  I assume there was a telephone number following that statement and I would love to know what kind of shirt a lumber manufacturer would provide.

A Windowless Van's Dream

Field correspondent PackerBacker saw this scene and sent me the pics.  Click the pictures to enbiggen.

So I'm looking at this picture and wondering why I had received it as a WTFoto.  It looks like fun.  Then she sends me a close up:

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is the universal "Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Say No Evil" symbol stenciled right on the play equipment.  Now, I'm not a parent, but I'm pretty sure that a playground is one of the places where a child should report anything strange they see.  Either that, or the manufacturer of this equipment wants to make sure that kids get that free candy.