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rj_anderson) wrote2007-11-04 06:54 pm
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Signs of the End
It occurs to me that I never posted about the eye-poppingly dreadful sign I saw outside a church here in town a few weeks ago:
SNAP
CRACKLE
POP
THE TRINITY
Sunday at 11:00
Oh, yeah, I can see serious theologians lining up at the door for that one.
***
More recently I came across this one, outside a local farm:
KITTEN SQUASH
And here I thought paintball was violent.
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But my favorite hilarious sign incident happened at the end of this summer, when
avarill was visiting. We made a trip into Mennonite country to look at furniture and do some geocaching, and by the time we approached our destination, we were all hungry. At which point the following conversation took place:
HUSBAND: Look for somewhere we can stop. I can't believe there aren't any restaurants around here.
ME: [reading off a sign by the roadside] Tomatoes... sweet corn... quilts... schnoodle pups.
H.: Schnoodle pups! Those sound pretty tasty. I could go for one of those.
ME: ...
avarill: ...
H.: What?
ME: Er, I think those are actually, y'know, puppies. Schnauzer, poodle... schnoodle.
H.: ...
ME and
avarill: *bust up laughing*
The sad thing is, they do sound like they ought to be some kind of tasty deep-fried treat.
SNAP
CRACKLE
POP
THE TRINITY
Sunday at 11:00
Oh, yeah, I can see serious theologians lining up at the door for that one.
***
More recently I came across this one, outside a local farm:
KITTEN SQUASH
And here I thought paintball was violent.
***
But my favorite hilarious sign incident happened at the end of this summer, when
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HUSBAND: Look for somewhere we can stop. I can't believe there aren't any restaurants around here.
ME: [reading off a sign by the roadside] Tomatoes... sweet corn... quilts... schnoodle pups.
H.: Schnoodle pups! Those sound pretty tasty. I could go for one of those.
ME: ...
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H.: What?
ME: Er, I think those are actually, y'know, puppies. Schnauzer, poodle... schnoodle.
H.: ...
ME and
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The sad thing is, they do sound like they ought to be some kind of tasty deep-fried treat.
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I just love stuff like those signs. Unconsciously hilarious business names are a special favorite of mine. There used to be a family hardware store in the next town over that was S&M Supply, which was a fine name for a store a hundred years ago when it was founded.
There's a Latino baking company whose delivery trucks always crack me up. In big letters on the side, it says: Bimbo Distributing. My best friend, on seeing that, dryly remarked, "I always wondered how they got around."
And I nearly had to pull off the road laughing hysterically one day when a truck proudly emblazoned with "Steve's Erection" drove past me. It turns out the company erects aerials and towers. I wondered if they have to give the secretary hazardous duty bonus pay just for answering the phone. :)
This joke is just asking to be made.
*ducks from tomatoes*
Schnoodle Pups!
Ah, the memories :)
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Hee-- kitten squash! For a second, I did think schnoodle pups might be something fritterish.
And..Snap, Crackle, Pop???? Groan, groan, groan.
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(Anonymous) 2007-11-05 03:28 am (UTC)(link)Then in smaller letters: Come to our barbecue on Saturday!
Thrilled He's going to be there, folks. Hope some of that barbecue is chicken . . . ;-)
Mary Anne
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I kid you not.