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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Strange Thoughts In My Head.

Sometimes I think about strange things. What kind of strange things? Oh you know. Strange things NOBODY else would ever think about.

For example, are there any rednecks in Canada?

So then I find this picture on Kristen's Blog. In case you do not know, she escaped Ohio or somewhere similar and moved north of the border. Probably for the free health care eh? How does it feel to be the Canadian equivalent of a Mexican in the USA? Except she went there legally. Or so I assume.

Anyway - this photo answers my question. YES. Yes there are rednecks in Canada. A moose mailbox? At least it is not like one of those mass produced "custom" bass mailboxes you see so often in some places.

Do people really think these are cool? I guess so, a Google search for "fish mailbox" turns up a whole lot of retailers that sell them.

Apparently, Canadian rednecks are more creative than American rednecks when it comes to mailboxes. That moose creation looks like someone made it in their backyard and thought it would look cooler in the front yard.

But American rednecks have Canadians beat for custom BBQ grill creations!

I bet the headlights and turn signals work. Cause that would be redneck cool. Also, you could set up the table in front of the grill for night eating. Can't find the beer in the dark? No problem!

So there you go. A sample of what strange thoughts lurk in my brain. Actually "lurk" is the wrong word, for that implies that they are in the dark crevices, hiding. Remaining silent. The truth is they are right out in the open, usually drunk and talking very loud.

But the super-ego part of my brain has a tazer. And it is not afraid to use it. The Super-ego oppresses the strange thoughts, beating them down before they can be blurted out in a conversation.

This keeps people from thinking I am insane. But should the super-ego ever fall asleep on the job, the strange thoughts WILL get out and people will probably call the people in the white coats to come and take me away. To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes. HA HA!!!!



Blogger Fuzz said...

Looks like a great way to grill roadkill.

Blogger Fuzz said...

By the way, if they ever get you, just tell them what they want to hear and they'll probably let you go. You don't have to really believe it.

Blogger Bee Repartee said...

At least you don't have strange thoughts like an entire post on butts.

Blogger Kristen said...

Yeah, so far I'm legal. And from Ohio. This area has plenty of inventive mailboxes, but a whole lot of work went into the moosebox. My friend who lives down the street from it says they actually take it down in the winter so the plows don't accidentally ruin it.

Blogger The Lazy Iguana said...

Fuzz - I never considered the road kill aspect of the car grill.

Bee - I probably could do a whole post on butts. But it has already been done.

Kristen - You North Mexican you! That mailbox is redneck-erffic. Great find.

Blogger Cheesemeister said...

The fish mailbox is just goofy enough that I would like to have it. The clock on my kitchen wall has these 12 startled-looking faces, mostly people but also a cat and a dog, and every hour on the hour it makes a fart sound. That just shows what kind of sophisticated trailer dwelling trash I am!

Blogger The Lazy Iguana said...

A fart noise clock?

PERFECT for the office!!!!!


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