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Oct 17, 2008

Look Todd . . .

From Huffpost

Look Todd, a bald eagle. Get my shotgun...

Also reminds me of a restaurant that I went to one time. The facilities were marked "Pointers" and "Setters". Does this mean Todd is the setter?

6 comments:

dguzman said...

OMG, what restaurant was this? Did you have to eat a whole roast ox or something?

Sorghum Crow said...

I think it was a dog or hunting themed restaurant (or perhaps bar). It may have even been when I lived in Alaska. I thought it was better than the Bouys and Gulls that I've seen in various coastal establishments.

pissed in NYC said...

You led an interesting life, Sorghum.

Suzy said...

Ha!

two crows said...

I didn't know there were really places that had those restrooms.

I've read of one.
Donald Westlake's books [the (hilarious) Dortmunder series mentions it frequently.]

and I highly recommend these books. they're especially helpful right now as I try to take my mind off the knots in my stomach while I await the final countdown to Nov 4.
[the first book is called 'The Hot Rock']

Suzy said...

Oh yeah, cute bathroom labels. Lords and Ladies, Chiefs and Squaws (a particularly offensive one I once saw "up Nort'" in Wisconsin).

But what I really wanted to say, Dr. Crow, is thanks for the bourbon & lemon prescription, honey. I mean thanks for the honey, bourbon & lemon prescription. I don't know if it's curing what ails me, but it tastes great, and I could get into the habit of a little nightcap every evening right about, well, now in fact. (I'm purposely talking like Hank the Cowdog just for your benefit in that last sentence.) I'm still sick: it has moved from my throat to my lungs to my ears and now to my nose and eyes. Is this what Obama means by "sharing the wealth"?