MIRACLE OF THE DAY SO FAR
Dave, This appeared on the sliding door of my apt. one morning. I think it's a sign, a sign that my window needs cleaning again.
-- Paul Nielsen
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February 07, 2013
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It a sign you need to get out the bb gun for those damn seagulls.
Posted by: wiredog | February 07, 2013 at 12:49 PM
Suggested reading material.
Posted by: Jan in Grimsby | February 07, 2013 at 01:00 PM
That might be the biggest poop we've seen on the blog, so far.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | February 07, 2013 at 01:02 PM
Edgar?
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | February 07, 2013 at 01:05 PM
Holy shit!
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 07, 2013 at 01:07 PM
First Mary and Jesus, now a Roman centurion?!?
Posted by: ScottMGS | February 07, 2013 at 01:13 PM
I'm getting a hint of Rasputin.
Posted by: Jan in Grimsby | February 07, 2013 at 01:18 PM
No, no. It's Mother Teresa. The whiskers are a dead give away.
Posted by: JD | February 07, 2013 at 01:48 PM
Karl Marx as seen by El Greco.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | February 07, 2013 at 03:23 PM
Another Joe Biden apparition. The end is near.
Posted by: Clankie | February 07, 2013 at 05:11 PM
I'm seeing a greying Rasta-man, eyes heavenward, in respectful meditation of Haile Selassie.
But I could be wrong.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | February 07, 2013 at 05:11 PM
Gene Simmons in another 20 years.
Posted by: wanderer2575 | February 07, 2013 at 07:34 PM
Zombie Jesus is after you!
Look out! He's trying to lay his hands on you!
Posted by: Steve | February 07, 2013 at 08:46 PM
A couple of years ago I travelled from Vancouver to Victoria to have lunch with a couple of very important prospective clients. They were hosting me for lunch at the Empire Club, a very exclusive private club. I really wanted to look my best.
As I was crossing the street going towards the front door of the club, something slammed down on me from above...it felt like someone had smashed a large book onto the top of my head. I was momentarily stunned, until I realized that I had just been the recipient of about a week's worth of food from a seagull.
The guy walking behind me said that I was not going to believe what the back of my suit jacket, my pants and shoes looked like. He underestimated. Heh.
Posted by: afkat | February 07, 2013 at 08:56 PM
Bob Marley. Now. Not when he was alive.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | February 08, 2013 at 10:13 AM