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HELLO
![]() OK, moving on... I found out what this thing is. ![]() It's supposed to be...a bubble in a glass of beer. That picture is the building that contains the headquarters of this beer company. You can even see the top of the above building on their site although, oddly, not the weird tadpole looking thing. I don't know about you, but now I can finally sleep at night. Speaking of which, this update's a bit short since I've been sick as a dog for the past week and a half. I actually full on lost my voice for a few days. Hence, I haven't exactly been out taking pictures of things. The weather has cooled off, however, so when I got better, I could wander for longer. Thank God. How else would I see stuff like this? ![]() "Uh, guys? I read the blueprints wrong. The building's one floor shorter than I thought." "Way to go, Earl. Now the facade's too tall." "That's OK. I have an idea." ![]() Dude, do you know what time it is? ![]() Looks like the contents of dollar bins in record stores are pretty much the same the world over: ![]() Although there IS some stuff that, fortunately, I've never seen anywhere else. ![]() I'd be interested in what, exactly, this guy's definition of "paradise" is. Don't know what to do about that pesky Orient? ![]() I like my women like I like my video. Blurry. ![]() Translation: "If you try to touch my butt, it will glare at you." ![]() "Hey, kids! Drink this, and you can be a sharp lookin' stud like me!" ![]() They have salons for everything. ![]() ![]() And, in closing: ![]() They were closed. I, uh, can't wait to see what's inside. OK, that's it for this brief update. I can actually breathe without choking now, so the next one should be back to its normal length. As always, you can mail me here. Until next time. |