A beautiful 80 degree March day today. Decided to go for a lunchtime constitutional outside.
That's me office on the eleventh floor. If you had superman vision and look at the window to the right my office, you will see Aaron waving back at me. He's wearing a green shirt, so his head is the pink smudge amidst the sea of green.
Stick in the mud. Or at least that's what the owner must be. If you had superman vision, you will see that it reads, "PLEASE KEEP YOUR DOG OFF MY YARD. THEY ARE KILLING MY GRASS- CAMERA IS ON." I was tempted to go potty myself on this person's yard. Party pooper.
The lobby to my favorite Warner Bros building. It's interesting only because I'm going to put the same flying saucer light in my kitchen.
This starlet has seen better days. Bad case of psoriasis. Maybe eczema.
Papoo's Hot Dog Show has seen better days too. Maybe Papoo is the culprit making a mess on that crotchety person's lawn. You really can't blame Papoo. Once you get to that age, dogs have trouble holding it all in.
But Bob's, oh Bob's. Still wonderful after all these years. This is the Bob's Big Boy in the National Register of Historic Places. If you had superman vision, you will see that I deliberately cut the picture off at the right because it's next to a Starbucks.
No, the Incredible World of Dic is not a gay porn organization. They're a distributer of animation. Like the PJ's, Inspector Gadget cartoons. Stuff like that. Though, when I was nine years old, and at the end of Inspector Gadget when they said "Dic," I giggled every time. Still do today. Hee Hee Hee.
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