tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30086787338256924952024-03-04T23:51:04.350-08:00Donkey Salt-LickDonkey Salt-Lickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427285987706686722noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008678733825692495.post-64048666022789650662010-11-18T21:34:00.000-08:002010-11-18T21:36:22.243-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhyn7n6REweRbyggvz4b3snfJNydkGCuX1NmdQGBcG4-_zuyZOsJ2TWJ5Qckw1eDaLwKnS_KYCZ__uM_PxsxMO4yyNbfir65OHv1VssXSqujTUElx4dmSszxO5wW2JjtdpC7f85Z-O5gR/s1600/CLOWNS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhyn7n6REweRbyggvz4b3snfJNydkGCuX1NmdQGBcG4-_zuyZOsJ2TWJ5Qckw1eDaLwKnS_KYCZ__uM_PxsxMO4yyNbfir65OHv1VssXSqujTUElx4dmSszxO5wW2JjtdpC7f85Z-O5gR/s320/CLOWNS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541130464982934370" border="0" /></a>Donkey Salt-Lickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427285987706686722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008678733825692495.post-66763742792020205842010-11-18T21:24:00.000-08:002010-11-18T21:30:22.525-08:00ClownsI used to wonder why parents kept on hiring clowns for their kids' birthdays. I mean no kid likes clowns. Then i realized parents just get off on seeing little kids freak out. I don't see how else they rationalize putting a clown in a room full of little kids.Donkey Salt-Lickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427285987706686722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008678733825692495.post-40459561679584227102010-11-18T21:18:00.001-08:002010-11-18T21:23:23.108-08:00Flintstones Push Pops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThQr53kndubq4TSY2AhhTxpGB9bY4NDLKMiS2QIrVS_GiHIkh3d7VkyZeOuEcLnRCS-ub7bAQSuZFBTz089W3CqKZk1lqfPrPkr90zDOPLkrCn0fT0TOiFY3Bdi6hsuDIUcRQxX8ztjcz/s1600/clay%2527s+push+pop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThQr53kndubq4TSY2AhhTxpGB9bY4NDLKMiS2QIrVS_GiHIkh3d7VkyZeOuEcLnRCS-ub7bAQSuZFBTz089W3CqKZk1lqfPrPkr90zDOPLkrCn0fT0TOiFY3Bdi6hsuDIUcRQxX8ztjcz/s320/clay%2527s+push+pop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127105354354450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sometimes i smell something and i instantly think about push pops.<br /><br />what a dumb idea for an ice cream. I either cut myself or destroyed the push pop more than half the times i ate these. I guess maybe its better they aren't around anymore.<br /></span></span></span>Donkey Salt-Lickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427285987706686722noreply@blogger.com0