My greek cousin knows very well what he's talking about, since his last visit home to Grandma. Come back soon, dear Anonymos! Remember, you promised to marry my sister before she gives birth to your baby. :)
That "Redneck crossing" looks eerily reminiscent of the sign leading to my school during the war. Except that most of the bullet holes were rusted.
Can somebody explain to me just WHO, even among the cretinistic anarchy of the Lebanon war, would bother with target practice on a road sign smack in the middle of a practically deserted road joining the two sides of a valley?
This mystery question ranks high up there with the big ones, like "Why are we here?"
Reminds me of an anecdote: our side of the valley was under Syrian control for years, and one day they fired their cannons something fierce in the direction of the Lebanese Army checkpoint on the other side of the valley (close to the top of the mountain). The whole salvo crashed way below its target, only reaching it with its ascending smoke. As it cleared, we saw with our binoculars a lebanese soldier calmly appear from the barracks, go stand on the side of the road overhanging the valley, and peacefully taking a leak in the direction of the "dreaded" enemy gunners. He finished his business undisturbed, while we were laughing ourselves breathless.
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Highly creative. As folk art is in general.
He had me with the "redneck hearing protection"! :-)
A lot of those must be deliberately posed; meaning: the people who made them are mocking themselves. You can tell from context.
Then again, "BMUP" as a road sign probably wasn't deliberate at all ...
Ah dun deed have me a good laff, hyuck!
That looked like Eolake on the outdoor toilet. They do that a lot in Denmark.
My greek cousin knows very well what he's talking about, since his last visit home to Grandma.
Come back soon, dear Anonymos! Remember, you promised to marry my sister before she gives birth to your baby. :)
I thought I told you, cousin, in my country we prefer to marry between guys!
I'm waiting to hear from Big Jim McBob and Billy Sol Hurok.
That "Redneck crossing" looks eerily reminiscent of the sign leading to my school during the war. Except that most of the bullet holes were rusted.
Can somebody explain to me just WHO, even among the cretinistic anarchy of the Lebanon war, would bother with target practice on a road sign smack in the middle of a practically deserted road joining the two sides of a valley?
This mystery question ranks high up there with the big ones, like "Why are we here?"
Reminds me of an anecdote: our side of the valley was under Syrian control for years, and one day they fired their cannons something fierce in the direction of the Lebanese Army checkpoint on the other side of the valley (close to the top of the mountain). The whole salvo crashed way below its target, only reaching it with its ascending smoke. As it cleared, we saw with our binoculars a lebanese soldier calmly appear from the barracks, go stand on the side of the road overhanging the valley, and peacefully taking a leak in the direction of the "dreaded" enemy gunners.
He finished his business undisturbed, while we were laughing ourselves breathless.
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