“Yes, my father’s ventriloquist dummy, Gurgle Worthington, was a part of the family.”
(submitted by Aubrey)
(submitted by Coro)
The suspense was killing him.
(submitted by Mary)
They’ve finally come to terms with their intimidation factor.
(submitted by Henk)
“This is a picture of my mom & I at a Civil War reenactment. To this day I cannot understand why we would want to take a picture with a man who is wearing an apron covered in fake blood. I was just as freaked out then as I am now. Oh, and loving the outfit, Mom!”
(submitted by Jenna)
Some people can’t wait for Halloween.
(submitted by Janeen)
She was hoping to meet the Hamburglar.
(submitted by Jill)
“My ex-husband surprised me after work with a birthday cake. I wanted a picture of my son and I for the scrapbook so was leaning forward to get closer to him. I had not been to the hairdresser’s in 2 years and had age inappropriate hair at the time. The candles took care of that and luckily, my husband managed to put out the flames with his bare hands once he realized what was happening. Of course, he missed the shot of me screaming my head off. I’ve been going for regular trims since.”
(submitted by Sharon)
The award was for the 1979 Boulder High School marching band winning the best in the state. I played the snare drum, which was extra hard since I had to use one hand to keep my dress/kilt down in case a swift updraft whooshed by. Even though the outfit is gone, I still have the trophy and always manage to bring it on first dates as a conversation starter.
– “Mitch, what’s that 3 foot trophy doing on the table?!”
– “Oh, that old thing? Lemme tell ya a story, m’lady…!”
(submitted by Mitch at http://www.mitchoconnell.com)
A look back at a simpler time.
(submitted by April)