I learned to play about three notes on the recorder when I was in grade 6. That was enough.
The next two are political signs. The first guy has something to say, that is quite unusual and witty.
My friend paints. There was a protest concerning cage raised salmon polluting our waters. Most people had a piece of cardboard with something scrawled on it. Hers was the nicest sign.
This guy designed his own sign that he wears when he's traveling in his motorized wheelchair.
It is meant to be a play on the name of the motorcycle gang Satan's Choice. He's a funny guy and has no problem making fun of his condition. He joked about busting some heads and robbing a bank, and was more than happy to contribute to this thread.
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This guy designed his own sign that he wears when he's traveling in his motorized wheelchair
There's a place in England called Cockermouth. Just imagine if you were a young fellow trying to order something from afar. You might get a call from the lady at the call center, requiring you to tell the real name of your town.
The men of this Town consider it a very lucky place to get married. For some reason it just shows a lot of promise.
The town's name is mentioned 9 times in this advertisement. 9 times !!! 50 Cent was shot 9 times, and wouldn't shut up about it. When I heard him tell it, my mind didn't go to, he sure is tough, as he was hoping. Instead, I wondered about the state of marksmanship in his neighborhood. Seems like it would be a dangerous place for bystanders. But I digress.
Here's an ad for a wedding fair in Cockermouth. It's fun to say, try it with me, --- Cockermouth.☺
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The men of this Town consider it a very lucky place to get married.
When I was in London England, visiting my daughter who teaches there, I encountered this drinking establishment. The Famous Cock. I wonder how many young fellows have staggered out of this place at closing time and decided to take a semi nude selfie, with the sign as a background? I'm sure someone has thought of it.
That word is used quite a bit in various areas of London where chickens used to be raised. I often travelled a subway line where the last stop was Cockfosters. After each stop, the recorded ladies voice would say, " This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters" , so you could hear it 20 times during a trip. After hearing it about 15 times, I made a public announcement to the people seated in my area, saying that, if I ever start a town, I'm not going to put cock in the name. A very proper looking Indian man in a business suit, laughed much louder than the others, until his wife gave him a look, reminding him that he does not enjoy this type of humor.☺
Another one from Starbucks. The girl wearing this jacket assembled it herself. It's meant to be funny and I don't think she really has a serious disorder.
When I asked about photographing it, I assured her that I wouldn't get her bum in the shot. She's 30 years younger than me, so that just wouldn't be appropriate. She said, go ahead, this thing's hard as a rock, I like to give people something nice to kiss. Completely uninhibited. I like that.
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The girl wearing this jacket assembled it herself.
Long ago there was a typo on a local sign that said, No Parking Between Sings. (Should have been Signs.) Wish I had it now!
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