Curios - Harrington Plunger

WORLD AT A GLANCE

Photo curios to catch the eye and delight the mind

Oddities

It's a wide, weird world out there, folks

Cold carts? NOT ON MY WATCH.

Mao-chicka-bow-wow.

"Room for one more in that Surf 'n' Turf?"

Stepping the dashboard game up to a whole 'nother level.

"Truck full of mannequin parts? Yeah, we got that."

"Baked Clams, Small Hands: That's the Joey Promise"

You just know that Alfred was the first to get laid off in these tough economic times.

Ya hate to see that happen.

Where some see problems, others take a first-class trip to Solution City.

Impeccable form, and what technique!

Now Safe To Walk to a Jimmy Buffet concert.

Have yourself a merry little Carb-mas.

"Santas: JUST LIKE US"

Cab-BRR-net, anyone?

"Yeah, gimme some scallops, a few clams, and—let's see… throw in a sea beast."

"Here for the Utz-Pringle wedding? Yes, they ARE honeymooning in Idaho."

"Yeah, I'll take two Danger Dogs, hold the Tweet Meat, and you can text me a photo receipt—hey, no funny business."

Them charms can't all be lucky.

No, not ALL of them, oh please why…

Sesame Street ain't big enough for the both of—OH, COME ON, SERIOUSLY?

"Big Birds: JUST LIKE US"

Big Birds: JUST like us?!

Basket o' blooms…means bike ride o' bees.

Happy to see you too!

"This summer: Leatherface has finally met his match."

Because why should Chris Pratt get to have all the Marvel fun.

Big Ol' Boot? Yeah, we got that.

Y'know what: you do you, lion.

So: German Shepherds…encouraged?

Why walk…when you can stroll.

See: saw a see-saw sign.

A real Clown About Town.

"Please stand clear of the closing-" "SANCTUARY!"

Why have a birdhouse…when you can have a sky-rise?

"Just gimme a number one on the clipper with a triangle base…y'know, the usual."

"Part Man, Part Balloon: ALL WHIMSY."

A rare sighting of the Balloon Brigade.

Don't even think of getting up in her grill.

Well hey: congrats on your nuptials, Baby Matador!

We recommend you keep your Jesus sealed to lock in freshness.

Terrace Heiress, most likely.

Headless Hurls-man, more like.

For an added flair, stripe your stair.

Oh I see you there, green garage. Don't be coy with me.

"Hydrant Hats: Don't Blow Your Lid"

Please: my mother was a red hydrant. I am EXPRESSING MYSELF.

Owl, go home: you are too high.

"No, I'm the OTHER Bear Grills."

Well, hel-LO bear.

Bolts 'n' bears, bears 'n' bolts.

Remember this feeling, Bear: maybe next time you'll stop eating once you're full.

"And so the cartoon bear chef community branded him with a scarlet 'B'…and he took it remarkably well."

"Uh, heya Buck: I think we hit something back there." "KEEP DRIVING."

What is this: Disney presents Mad Max?

"Mom…WHERE'S my racecar bed"

"Trustworthy. Delicious. Uncle Glenn's Ice Cream Van"

Vincent VAN Gogh

Vincent Van: GO!

Sometimes you need a rest mid-tree climb. And for those times, choose Chair-Up-There.

Oh, I see. Never mind.

Don't you EVER stick out your tongue at me, door.

"Bidet? …uh, yeah, we've got one of those…"

Let's just hope nobody gets ambitious and goes for two.

Toilet E.T.? Someone must've eaten another Spielburger…

Ply-in-the-sky.

Thanks for the complimentary neti pot, public bathroom.

Oh sorry! Did I startle you?

Looks pretty terrified for a security system…

Airships need lighthouses too, you guys.

Mail Cat is underwhelmed by your parcels.

…still underwhelmed.

They met on CitrusSingles.com.

Dude, you've got some seeds in your tee—y'know what, nevermind, you're good.

If he keeps on partying at this rate he'll never make it into Calzone College.

Yoga is WAY easier when you have a miniature version of yourself as a girder.

"Frankly, m'dear, I don't give a yam."

Words, Words, Words

The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure.

Cold stone, cold blooded.

If I want raisins, I'll damn well ask for them.

All butter, all the time.

Coming Soon: "Spud in a Satchel"

That's more Squatch for your money right there.

Well there's nothing amateur about this tub of dipping pretzels I've got here at the ready.

"Step aside, extra large Pecan Halves: NOT BIG ENOUGH."

One of these things is not like the others.

"Paul Newman ain't the only game in town, that's for damn sure." - Leroy

"Tired of the old new you?"

I hear Pernis is moving in next door.

"That's right: just like Uncle Jimmy, our prices keep on descending!"

Why weren't Vincent van Goat and Jackson Poll-quack invited?

Jeez, why so serious.

"This here's my masterpiece" - NY Post Headline Writer

Roger that: CAN BAN is in effect.

I feel safer already.

Looks like somebody drank a little too much Markers Mark and Jim Bean before typing up this sign…

We've got the right lights for all your rites.

Thanksgiving just got EDGY.

Chickens & Chuckles

But…now it's not…

"Yes, hi: I'd like some feetless meat please."

Coming Soon: "Gentle Zippers"

"Ah yes, an original Poopdick—one of his early works. I must admit, I do find his technique rather derivative of Cash4Smells' oeuvre."

Don't trek bak.

"Need legal counsel? Here at Slutsky & Slutsky, we're just GIVING it away."

"Making litigation look goood."

Either way, he's got unlimited minutes.

And you just know he's in the Cloud too.

"For Dogs, By Dogs."

I…don't believe you.

Biting commentary.

Damn Goog, didn't even know you were feeling under the weather. Don't keep it all inside, bro.

Zen and the art of paperless hand drying.

Good thing they wrote the warning: otherwise I'm peeing on cardboard, and that's a guarantee.

KUM ON: are we serious with this name?

Is Clark ok with this?

Kindly please RSVPunch.

Ah, yes: of the New England M'Junkins.

"SEX SELLS, they said. No one buys boring asexual popcorn anymore, they said."

Shame on you, Lobster Chef: so excited to be selling out your own kind.

Where do these lobsters keep getting culinary training?

That's a long jamboree by anyone's standards.

Got that? SCRAM, asthmatics.

Honestly Octopus: put your eight-legged pants back on and get in a cab—you're embarrassing yourself.

Is it though…

Lookin' damn good.

Keep at it: maybe one day you'll be the Berry Best.

"No, for the last time: it's WHIZ Cleaners, with an H. …But yes, we'll clean your wiz."

You go, Hussey!

So, just to be clear…you're telling me you don't sell any fish?

"Sure, I tried my hand at selling cars, but then I thought—Jimbo, why not sell what you know best: yourself."

I'll enjoy milk at a frequency that is comfortable for me, thank you very much.

The finest school around for adolescent urologists.

Dr. Scholl's examination room is right this way.

Alert the authorities.

Get your gas…with a touch of class.

"And tell me again how you fractured both forearms?"

I don't believe you.

We hardly knew ye.

Bouncin' Baloney: it's December 31st!

Two for the price of fun.

That's EXACTLY what trash would say.

…and Corneas R We.

I don't know…Melancholy Joy always has better music playing.

Sounds slippery.

That's a real bargain.

Take the compliment or take a hike.

Just to clarify: exactly how precious is this blood.

"For the Billy Crystal fan with an alcohol dependence."

Ask your therapist if a "Help Is On the Way" Button might be right for you.

I find chicken-people are generally pretty upstanding, especially given all they've got to contend with.

We're all headed there.

NOW you tell me.

A candidate who really spreads it around.

You better believe they mean business.

And THAT, my friends, is how you market opals.

Seems like a trap…

"Would you like fancy or regular?"

Fed-Ex: WHO KNOWS!

YOU ship El Salvador.

Stoner Courtyard made possible by a generous donation from the good people at Funyuns Corporation.

I did feel like my loafing was getting a bit pedestrian of late.

Better get PETA on the horn…

"He was a great man, to be remembered always, and—HEY BUDDY, THAT'S MY SPOT OVER THERE, KEEP IT MOVIN'."

Do Eat-a DIS-steak!

Mmm…"meat products."

Not as scared of added hormones as I am of INFANT CHUCK NORRIS.

Way to know your limits, Fred.

"Honey, have you seen my Fuck hat? …No, my NICE one."

No worries here.

Step 1: Somehow outdo Spanx. Step 2: ??? Step 3: Nobel Prize

Oh, I see what you did there…very literal.

It's really poppin' in here, cowboy.

You don't have the proper clearance for this niche.

But, y'know, also keep yo self open to new experiences.

Yep, just the one.

Unparalleled punning too.

"Sure, for years we were just a porno operation, but then I said: 'Fellas, I think we can actually make a go of this.'"

Sweetbreads and Outdated Threads

When Truth & Cigarettes just won't cut it.

Try to be punctual.

Dewey Decimal needs an attitude adjustment.

Advice to live by.

Formerly: A Pretty Decent Plumber; Ideally: A Damn Fine Plumber

"Ronald Rooster, you will not BELIEVE what your son just said to me."

Did Hallmark go and get gritty while I wasn't looking?

But to be fair, everything tastes jewel-licious once you're high on heels.

No one said it was a contest.

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