Wordless Wednesday
A long standing tradition that has become extremely popular. We supply the picture, you provide the caption.
Behind the Scenes: The Making of Wordless 68
Staff writer: Nigel Buggers
Hello everyone. I decided it was high time I quiet the naysayers, so I slipped a couple of roofies in my two-legger’s cereal and the blog world is my oyster. That’s a damn good thing, because from my perch on the sofa I have been eying some unsavory comments about my Wordless Wednesday pictures. I take my wordless seriously, so when words like “fake” and “photoshop” are casually uttered in the presence of my wordless pictures it gets my piss hot.
Let’s get one thing straight. I make the rules for Wordless Wednesday posts. If I’m going to be handicapped because my keyboard monkey won’t let me whip out my cartoon balloons, then I’m calling where/when/how – and I have outlawed Wednesday photoshop usage in retaliation. I know, I know: some of these pictures are so crazy that even a loon like me looks a bit out of place in them. But suspend your disbelief, because I’m giving you the proof. In the coming weeks, I’ll dissect a few of these posts and show you what went on behind the scenes. Soon we’ll visit my new friend Otis, but today, I’m going to introduce you to a strange local phenomenon I like to call fancy burgers.
I was just walking down the street minding my own business when I looked up and saw this ridiculous chap. He piqued my curiosity so I jumped the fence for a closer look. I asked him his name and where the heck he came from. Not a word. I offered him a piece of that bully stick I keep under my collar. Nothing. I even told him my best cat joke and got no reaction.
This dude clammed up like Tony Hayward answering house committee questions, so I did what most of that house committee probably wanted to do. Read more
