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Photo finish Friday: “The Big Bang”

Introducing ... the Pistol Pump.

Introducing … the Pistol Pump.

The Pistol Pump. For the gal on the go. For the gam on the lamb.

Ladies, make ‘em turn their heads.

Ladies, make him ask himself: “Is she really packing heat, or is she just aiming to see me?”

Kneel in church and the guy behind you will be all fired up.

Ladies, watch the sparks fly when you take to the dance floor in these pumps.

Safety straps extra.

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Photo finish Friday: “Women with weapons”

Anderson house at beginning.

Anderson house at beginning.

Women with weapons.
O’ those tarts with tools.
Doin’ the Restoration Rumble
Beatin’ back the blighted blues.

A lonely hovel up on a hill –
A seven-year pain, a bitter pill
A rundown house but not a home
With little left except the loam.

But with hammer and with heart
They start saving by taking apart.
Battered boards go away
And neglect can no longer stay.

They build up by building back
Foundation first and clapboard cracks.
Sanding, shaping, mantel making
New kitchen for cookies baking.

Tiles being cut for fireplace.

Tiles being cut for fireplace.

Women with weapons.
O’ those tarts with tools.
Doin’ the Restoration Rumble
Beatin’ back the blighted blues.

New stairway up, new flooring down
New windows in against air and sound.
New doors in place, uplifted face:
Cabinets, tiles, and counter space.

TV crew comes round to tape
To share and show its change of state.
Hollow house brought back to life
Ending ugliness and all its strife.

Women with weapons.
O’ those tarts with tools.
Doin’ the Restoration Rumble
Beatin’ back the blighted blues.

Exterior and interior work.

Exterior and interior work.

[Editor's note: so see more photos of work done on this house, go to https://www.facebook.com/The.Anderson.Project.ONK It's amazing what women (and some men) with the right "weapons" can do to bring things back to life rather than take life away.]

Woman with caulking gun working on new window.

Woman with caulking gun working on new window.


–Poem by David E. Booker; photos taken from Facebook page.

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Photo finish Friday: “Fellini K”

Large cow in parking lot of Fellini Kroger in North Knoxville, TN

Large cow in parking lot of Fellini Kroger in North Knoxville, TN

There’s a ghost in the machine-y
down there at the Fellini.
At hours day or night
you might catch a little fright
next to the freezer door
glass shattered on the floor.
Chicken flying through the air
frozen and landing without a care
down there at the Fellini
a sight just a little seamy.
Come down if you dare,
watch the show beyond compare.
The ghost may try to kill you
or someone may try to shill you
down there at the Fellini
down there at the Fellini.
A man with a two-foot sausage
squeezes it like a little hostage.
A large cow in the parking lot
says, “Take the udder slot”
down there at the Fellini
down there at the Fellini.
It has a Facebook page,
a Google listing all the rage.
Type in Fellini Kroger
or watch the show, if your bolder
down there at the Fellini
Fellini, Fellini,
down there at the Fellini,
Fellini, Fellini.

Photo and poem by David E. Booker

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Photo finish Friday: “Unmentionable”

The tchotchke side of town

The tchotchke side of town

Bosom babe met the elephant
down by the merry-go-round.
Bosom babe asked the elephant
if he’d like to see the town?
Replied the red elephant
lifting his trunk high into the air,
“I’ve seen all I want to see
and much more than you care.”
She wondered what he meant
until she looked up high.
Then she spied her unmentionables:
dainty white against blue sky.
Let this be a lesson to you:
ladies don’t hang around
a shiny red elephant
from the tchotchke side of town.

– Photo by Brian Griffin; poem by David E. Booker

[Editor's note: Yes, this poem is Fourth of July suitable (pardon the pun). It mentions the colors red, white, and blue.]

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Photo finish Friday: “Ticket to ride”

Woodn't ya know it, they never really left.

Woodn’t ya know it, they never really left.

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Photo finish Friday: “A penny….”

What did the big penny say to the little penny? What did the little penny say to the big penny?

What did the big penny say to the little penny?
What did the little penny say to the big penny?

Big to little:

A.: A penny for your thoughts.

or

A.: And you thought there was no career advancement.

or

A.: I penny you.

Little to big:

A: Pass the buck.

or

A: So that’s what inflation does.

or

A.: Are you my penny, auntie?

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Photo finish Friday: “Roll over”

If shaken, but not stirred...

If shaken, but not stirred…

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Photo finish Friday: “Honestly”

Ol' Abe and his axe.

Ol’ Abe and his axe.

After years of chopping down trees, Abe came to his first flower garden and, honestly, wasn’t sure what to do. It was the first time in a long time he had had to axe himself a question. So, he stood and stood and stood, and waited for the answer.

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Photo finish Friday: “To the point”

The mustache disguise.

The mustache disguise.

In order to escape a man named Stan, who said he only wanted to give her a glass unicorn because it reminded him of her, Stella the Unicorn started wearing a mustache disguise.

Stan said the glass unicorn was only a metaphor, nothing more.

Stella said it was a mixed metaphor, as well as a mixing of plays, which was something Stan didn’t understand.

More’s the pity, Stella thought, because Stan was kind of cute in that lumpish way human males were. But that wasn’t the point.

Stan, unlike her fake mustache, could grow him, but Stella knew it wouldn't lead to anything lasting. It never did with humans.

Stan, unlike her fake mustache, could grow him, but Stella knew it wouldn’t lead to anything lasting. It never did with humans.

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Monday morning writing joke: “What to ask for?”

First writer, pointing to his t-shirt: “See what it says?”

Second writer nods.

First writer: “It says, ‘will writer for food.'”

Second writer: “So whom are you going to write first?”

Whom will he try to write for food first? Will it work?

Whom will he try to write for food first? Will it work?

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