Here is this vendor, in all it’s splendor,
standing tall against the wall.
It’s lights are a blinkin’ which sets me to thinkin’,
That snicker bar’s giving a call,
and the rubber coated spiral assists the snicker’s fall.

But old snickers kicks out a leg, and hangs up on a peg,
Above acres and acres of space.
Would it be out of school to kick the old fool,
To get the red back out of my face,
And to give my mouth a more pleasant taste?

Along comes little Ben and the other half of this twin,
He quietly slips a buck in the slot,
Ol’ Ven corrected and Ben collected.
Pleased with how much he got, he gives bro half the lot!
Now, shouldn’t that make me feel really good ------------ or not?

When I try to find the answer to this one, I come up one or two dust particles short of a dancing sunbeam. You need to help me identify a way to come to a conclusion.
If you and I were standing side by side looking up at the sky, would your color blue be the same shade and density as my blue?

Another invention just waiting on the winds to swirl into action is the Historfuturey Reflections Scanner installed into a mirror. This invention would feature an implanted, touch screen keyboard (Even though fingerprints on a mirror is a total taboo) with software designed to ratio sliding human features and tons of storage.
One would simply enter a date with the keyboard, any date future or past, and the Historfutery Reflections Scanner would slide and adjust features of the currently reflected image to match the date entered. To save those results, one would simply slap the mouse in the mirror with your left hand.
Embellish it with a caption, slap the mouse left handed twice and the results would be email ready. You’d probably have to slap the mouse with your right hand to send the email though!
I think it would be fun to be able to pull up any file from storage by simply catching the mouse in the mirror and spanking it. Funner to be able to show your results to a friend, funnest if you can convince that friend to take their turn in front of the mirror also!
If you do find one of these scanners on the market, I will issue a simple word of warning, “Standing in front of the mirror could become addictive!”

Why pick our house? The Clay Fairy just slipped a scuttle of clay under our pillow! Now what?
That’s right, the Tooth Fairy found expectations for her schedule
overwhelming, so she designated some of her responsibilities to her sister, The Clay Fairy! As a result, we end up with a scuttle of clay instead of a shiny new quarter under our pillow and the tooth is gone! What in the world does one do with a scuttle of clay? A shiny new quarter will at least spend and return a few cents worth of merchandise, but a scuttle of clay? Maybe we could just discard the clay, shine up the scuttle and keep using it over and over! But, how on earth does one separate scuttle from clay, I wonder what one has to use to shine it up, processed sunbeam powder ? Oh dear, I didn’t expect I’d have to unravel this dilemma this morning, weren’t there other things that needed atten ---------- But how do you separate scut ---------- Yes, I remember some of the things I was going to try and resolve today, they were ------------- how many uses can you think of for even a shiny scuttle? What would you do?

“Sure Shot” was a gun repair business run by a mountain hillbilly from his moonshine shack. He guaranteed all his work and had at least a half to two thirds a mountain of satisfied customers. When you drove towards his wind aged cottage, you would drive past an old, long wooden wall. This wall looked like it might have been a wind shelter for some livestock at one time. The unique thing about this wall was that it had multitudes of bull’s eye targets painted on it with a bullet hole dead center through every single one! The hillbilly claimed that this wall is where he final tested every gun he repaired. He felt obligated to make sure each one shot accurate when he was finished repairing them. One customer expressed great surprise that the gun repairman never missed dead center, bull’s eye, even once and asked how he could have such a steady hand. That’s when the hillbilly admitted that he shot the gun first, then painted the target in place around it!
Don’t you feel foolish for reading this entire blog? I know it’s not true because I just made it up! Did you learn anything? I can’t take credit for “Shooting first, then painting the target”, I’ve heard that one before.