Kinda insulting to us liquor cabinets. Why not call them the Drunk Crew Cabinet? (From the President of the Liquor Storage Unit Labor Chief)

Like saying that the gorilla who broke out of the zoo and ransacked the town was wrong. True enough, but still.... the damages been done. Time now to clean up the mess, deport the beast to an island, then make sure it never happens again. Though it probably will. Why we need be vigilant, always!

Apple.... meet tree. The roots run deep in this one.

As a Mainer.... I agree. Other than Susan Collins. Our bad. But we'll do better this time around.

Sigh, I wish I could read what it says. But I'm a bunny. Well, at least I can try and make everyone happy. So tome to get hopping!

Opposable thumbs. Sigh. The gateway drug to insanity.

C'mon flock. He won't keep li-on to us....just because he lied to us all the time before. I mean, at some point he's bound to tell the truth.

I'm a big boy! Lookit what I'm done did do! Me the bestest one in my class! So I get to wear the helmet!

A jewel of faded ruby red, on a curling finger of sun-fractured slope.... a place to climb upon and let go of yesterday's worries and look for tomorrow's hopes.

There is a unique mystique that grabs one's breath, looking into the vast expanse of Nature's cathedral, framed against an unbound sky. Enough to make angels sigh as they claim their seats on snow-frosted slopes.

Sentinel formations, keeping watch. In eternal stance, with shouldered arms. Steady at their post, ready to raise the warning as hosts of storms and wind-bourne sand seek to wear them down.

My favorite food. But not when it's gray. Oh, my bad. But chili is great on a gray, cold day.

Beautiful and evocative. We'll done, creative one....

Wow! I need to move to Maine. Oh, wait. Let me look outside. Awesome!!! I'm already here!

Marking time, in angled pose. Surface marbled by years of sun and rain. Remaining in place as soil shifted and wind and snow drifted, I held my corner of a land divided. Sentinel to changing tides as seasons ebbed and flowed. Until one day to the earth I'll go. My bones reclaimed.

Created from the energy in your amazing images...

But.... what if I make myself King? Then can I?

I think most of us are overweight. Oh, my bad. I meant to write that most of of us have to over-wait.

Pun intended. Damn auto spell.

Makes scents to me. Punched intended. Sigh.... I'll just go stand in the corner. Again.

Someday there will be a book of all these posts. In every insane asylum so people reading it can say: compared to this guy, I look sane.

That's where I left it! Been looking for it over the past one hundred and counting lives. Now, how to prove it's mine. There's the rub. Oh.... I carved my initials into it. I think. Hard to remember, as it's been a while.

I prefer the one Hesgeth gave. Taken from the movie.

Might have been a clue whenever he told the snake story. Projection much?

They left out- uments. Doc-uments. There. Fixed it.

The sound you hear is the hooves of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse coming....
T-rump. Putin. And two of any of a dozen or so billionaires.

Have you ever tried looking into the eyes of a dead deer? I have. And they taste like butter when you spread them on a raccoon cocktail.
(Direct quote from JFK Jr's latest book of all natural recipes)

Coming soon!!! The Ford Fighter, ready to clear the passing lane with car to car missiles. And the GM Tankmobile. For those busy city streets, with no parking spots. Just pull in and grin your way to work!
(Must be a card carrying MAGA to purchase. Or certafiably insane. Same, same.)

Uh.... business casual, with beer buddy collar on top. And on top of that, a bucket head full of fat.

Well put. Agreed. Nice to have made your Bluesky acquaintance...