The dog and I spotted this on our morning walk in our alley two blocks from our house. He started to sniff its butt, but backed away when he realized it lacked the customary rich bouquet of odors he expected. I meant to come back later and get it for a garden folly, but forgot. It wasn’t there the next morning.
Looks like the opening shot in a David Lynch film.
SO CREEPY – like the black Dahlia.
You beat me to it.
We have a similar alleyway adjacent to our house that I’d like to see fewer people drive down.
This gives me an idea.
Why … why, it’s a special award! It’s a Frah-jilly!
This is after Old Man Parker buried the major award in the back yard and the Bumpasses pack of dogs dug it up.
Only it’s the chandelier version.
Waist not want not.
Nice.
I was hoping for a story with legs this morning.
I hate it when someone blows their top.
Back in college, my brother brought home a complete female mannequin. A crazy guy at work was going to toss it on I-25 speeding through Denver. Lucky for everyone that could have been harmed in that stunt, my brother was able to take it home.
We named her Mojique and she lived with my brother and his family since. He’s turned her into a Christmas tree, Halloween monster, and whenever he and his wife were expecting, so was Mojique in maternity clothes. She has hid behind door to frighten unsuspecting visitors, prop open doors and honestly, after a few months, you stop looking or thinking about having a mannequin around the house. She has been posed with every party guest, attended more parties than many people I know, and has always been a huge hit and a total rock star most nights, attracting more attention than anyone deserved.
Pretty hilarious all around.
Maybe you do, but my previously-written-about mother got it in her head to put a full-height, dressed-up mannequin she named “George” in the entry between the coat closet and the front door. That damn thing never stopped startling me about 70 per cent of the times I’d come downstairs while home alone.
That IS hilarious! The joke that keeps on giving.
Now I understand all those “KEEP OREGON WEIRD” bumper stickers….
-Nate
My best friend in Cicero inherited a paving operation, which included a couple of acres of dumping land. Out for a walk inspecting it one morning, at first he thought he spotted an abandoned mannequin. On further inspection, and after calling the police, it turned out to be a local gangster who probably fell out of grace with the local mobster.
Looks sexxy, but no pheromones.
Yikes!!! Even mannequins in retail settings give me the heebie-jeebies. Had I stumbled upon this torso on a walk I would have thought Gary Ridgeway escaped.
No torso
No cry
I suspect this is only half the story.
“It was a hot August evening when a dame walked into my office. She was all legs. No, really.”
I shudder to think what some deviant is now up to with that. Reminds me of all those single feet in runners that appear in the beaches around Vancouver.
Wouldn’t this be more common up on Skinner Butte ?