tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49916302974253315592024-03-14T10:46:50.384-07:00Pocketful of GinchYour Source for Ginch, Without all the TaintScott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-28956473421802704512023-06-23T13:01:00.000-07:002023-06-23T13:01:05.501-07:00Pervy Clasics IllustratedA few years back my good pal Joel Sanderson--artist, archivist, TV horror show host, filmmaker, etc. etc.--created this lovely cover for the comic the world still needs. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEOr3-coiLRwmnFCXcQ5bz148gRfHBMOHtYF3kJO2SNIOd7RgmIBjJpYy8tWHaLO4CTlv8kKsJg1b0GE-HV3ppYcyoz5snHzWx1Ik4sIAKfX7LYsiAQ-UOilnn585R88P6uiEsmywK6JGoqqZBID7hcpmEW2h5K1FoJFYN2q7uouLTz0mt1phQjzZLcGG/s1249/BBD85916-E99C-4EE2-B78E-644A1062FE7F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="829" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEOr3-coiLRwmnFCXcQ5bz148gRfHBMOHtYF3kJO2SNIOd7RgmIBjJpYy8tWHaLO4CTlv8kKsJg1b0GE-HV3ppYcyoz5snHzWx1Ik4sIAKfX7LYsiAQ-UOilnn585R88P6uiEsmywK6JGoqqZBID7hcpmEW2h5K1FoJFYN2q7uouLTz0mt1phQjzZLcGG/w424-h640/BBD85916-E99C-4EE2-B78E-644A1062FE7F.jpeg" width="424" /></a></div><br />Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-56932730165659773912023-06-22T11:15:00.003-07:002023-06-22T11:15:49.102-07:00The Bride with the Laser Beam Eyes!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-e3daRxfJvfkEYNeFTa0DHsOwVL1-ruzo0gzUpVi9NG4hMqQB10IkYGrNOuyVzOoGeqOu-WdkD0-Thef25ZFsiPbiP474zqcNY_x0j0d1PaiHPd_A7UYAsmieQxjqHeyoZtSEuTBH6SYL3IGEdD1nRuhEwUm2zMXQv85_d_jb30Gqcw909uE2KyAkOR1/s4032/70880026275__A836D7A8-A882-402F-B388-C7F80483180C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-e3daRxfJvfkEYNeFTa0DHsOwVL1-ruzo0gzUpVi9NG4hMqQB10IkYGrNOuyVzOoGeqOu-WdkD0-Thef25ZFsiPbiP474zqcNY_x0j0d1PaiHPd_A7UYAsmieQxjqHeyoZtSEuTBH6SYL3IGEdD1nRuhEwUm2zMXQv85_d_jb30Gqcw909uE2KyAkOR1/w347-h464/70880026275__A836D7A8-A882-402F-B388-C7F80483180C.jpeg" width="347" /></a></div><br />I'm back....did anyone notice I was gone? My last post was in 2015. Anyway here's a pretty good painting of a bride whose steely gaze was enhanced by someone using glue and glitter. <br /><p></p>Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-51404297681583242352015-01-12T13:24:00.002-08:002015-01-12T13:24:53.804-08:00Giant InstamaticHere's a picture of me holding a giant Kodak Instamatic 126:<br />
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This was an outtake from my 1985 (or '86, or '87) Christmas card, shot in the portrait studio at Moler's Camera in Wichita, where I worked at the time. The plaster bust of Lincoln came from an old schoolhouse, I think.Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-90028526288581543202015-01-03T09:35:00.000-08:002015-01-03T09:35:46.643-08:00Mysterious Factory PhotographsNo idea where these were taken, but they seem to have all come from the same photo album. Found them in a St. Louis antique store. The one that caught my eye was this dramatic, post-fire picture of a young man sitting calmly in the factory ruins: <br />
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What kind of factory was this, anyway?<br />
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I like the expression on the guy on the left.<br />
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Loading some kind of contraption onto a cart....and below, a standard group shot:<br />
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And of course the gag photo with the guy pretending to be asleep. Any ideas as to where this was or what they made?<br />
<br />Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-25086916514223735342014-12-30T16:33:00.000-08:002014-12-30T16:33:38.671-08:00Is this the Scariest Clown of All Scary Clowns?At least of all Scary Clowns riding tiny, tiny tricycles.<br />
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Just look at this guy!<br />
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He's the corpsiest clown ever. Even if you're not scared of clowns, you should be scared of this guy.Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-38357953627202629132014-09-01T11:53:00.000-07:002014-09-01T11:53:24.081-07:00Taxidermy from the Four Corners region of Colorado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This fox was in the window of an antique mall in Pagosa Springs, CO. <br />
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This bear was in the Lake City, CO Historical Museum, repository of many fine artifacts relating to the Alferd Packer cannibalism case. The bear, which has nothing to do with old Alferd or his dietary idiosyncrasies, stands only about four feet tall. (More on Packer soon!) <br />
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And this baby ostrich stands in what might be described as an antique store or a flea market in Del Norte, CO, operated by a genial old fellow who used to run an ostrich farm. He also once built his own coffin prior to open heart surgery, which he survived. The coffin is standing up in the middle of the store and took him just a few hours to build. If you ever get to Del Norte he's a very good conversationalist and has some odd things for sale. Who doesn't need a stuffed baby ostrich?Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-44279794168354161672014-08-24T10:52:00.000-07:002014-08-24T10:54:07.931-07:00Dodgem, Alber's Flour, the Boardwalk and the beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This photograph was given to me by the owner of a small antique store in Alamosa, Colorado, when I was buying a couple of books. I asked him how much he wanted for it and he said "Take it." Looks to me like Coney Island, maybe, or Atlantic City, circa 1925. Maybe one of the guys in suits is Nucky Thompson from "Boardwalk Empire." Click to enlarge and read the ALBER'S FLOUR sign.<br />
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<br />Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-5197508425280527862014-08-23T11:29:00.000-07:002014-08-23T11:29:08.743-07:00Barbara and the IcemanHere's a novelty postcard I picked up in a small town in the Four Corners region of Colorado. It's from the Baxtone company of Amarillo, part of its Laff-O-Gram series of comical postcards. Like this example several of these were slightly risqué, but what appeals to me about this one is how Film Noir it feels.<br />
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Barbara's relatively realistic, naturalistic depiction looks right out of a low-end romance comic, or a newspaper soap opera strip. Consider the raised hand, as though about to cover her mouth before she can tell hubby another lie, her sidelong glance, her back to her husband and the accusatory ice block:<br />
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She looks like she's wondering how she can convince the amorous ice peddler to knock her old man off. And the poor cuckold of a husband seems to have been drawn by another hand entirely, a grotesque, cartoonish head awkwardly appended to a relatively realistic body:<br />
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I'd love to know who drew this.Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-90146473176841755202014-08-21T08:18:00.002-07:002014-08-21T08:18:13.165-07:00Little America, Granger, Wyoming, August 27 1938Found this lovely thing in Indiana a few weeks ago: <br />
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This is the kind of weird old-timey Americana I'm always looking for in old pictures. And only two dollars! As always, click to enlarge, there's plenty of satisfying detail in there....Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-30301056403687860012014-08-17T20:44:00.002-07:002014-08-17T20:44:54.033-07:00A modest plea!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey! Remember how I hadn't "blogged" (thank you, Dr. Pendarvis, for the loan of the inverted double-commas) in about a year? Well, I started it up again last week, and now I have a request!<br />
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Actor Walter Olkewicz, an old and dear friend of my cousin Janet's, is a wonderful character actor whose work you have enjoyed whether you know his name or not. Starting way on TV back with the Rockford Files (his first credit), through Barney Miller, Cheers, Married With Children, Family Ties, Twin Peaks (TWIN PEAKS!!!),Grace Under Fire and Seinfeld, and in movies like The Client and Spielberg's 1941, Walter has been gracing the big and small screens with performances of wit and grace. And he's a wonderful, sweet guy as well. I promise you'd like him.<br />
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He's now got some serious health problems that insurance isn't covering, and he needs some serious medical work to save his leg. If you can will you please make a donation to the Indigogo campaign below, and if not can you pass the link along via your preferred forms of social media--Facebook, Twitter, your blog, smoke signals, party line telephone, grabbing random strangers by their lapels and demanding they listen?<br />
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The muses will smile on you if you do so.<br />
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<a href="https://www.indiegogo.com/project/help-walter-save-his-leg-and-get-back-to-acting/embedded/8210134" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">https://www.indiegogo.com/project/help-walter-save-his-leg-and-get-back-to-acting/embedded/821013</a>Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-89757592570830146892014-08-13T11:32:00.002-07:002014-08-13T11:32:32.253-07:00Hey! Remember me?All right, folks, it's back to active blogging! Here's something I found in the men's restroom of a respectable family restaurant in the Four Corners region of Colorado:<br />
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Actually, it was my brother who spotted it and told me I should go have a look. It appears someone was less than enchanted by the "Super Studded" selection!<br /><br />Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-51964801617770053912013-09-17T14:23:00.000-07:002013-09-17T14:23:07.670-07:00Basement Sublet of Horror COMICS!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the many months since I last blogged, exciting things have happened. Mostly not to me, but here's one thing with which I was tangentially involved:<br />
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That's right! The Basement Subvlet of Horror now has its own comic book, written by Gunther Dedmund himself, along with Rik Verlin Livingston, Paul Stockton, Derek McCullough and myself, and illustrated by Livingston, Jeff Kilian and Sy Grudko, along with photos by myself, Kris Hermanson and Gunther himself.</div>
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You also get TWO trading cards with each copy.....</div>
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Above is one of legendary Wichita Horror Host Tom "The Host" Leahy..... </div>
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And this is one of ME!<br />
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You can get the first Fab issue from <a href="http://www.basementsubletofhorror.com/" target="_blank">www.basementsubletofhorror.com</a>! And if you like, you can request either of the above cards......<br />
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DO IT NOW!Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-45910897001518378522013-06-10T09:15:00.000-07:002013-06-10T09:15:56.323-07:00BOOK TOUR 2013!<br />
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<span class="kingsized"> Here are the dates, times and places where I'll be shocking young, old and in between: </span><br />
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<td class="mainText" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top">160 Courthouse Square<br />
Oxford, MS 38655<br />
662-236-2262</td>
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Houston, TX 77005<br />
713-524-8597</td>
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With Jedidiah Ayres and Jesse Sublett for a night of music & noir at Opal Divine's Austin Grill.<br />
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3601 South Congress Avenue<br />
Austin, TX 78704<br />
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Fayetteville AR 72701<br />
479-443-2080 </td>
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Wichita, KS 67218 <br />
316-682-1181 </td>
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Lawrence, KS 66044<br />
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Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-78644191669220679072013-05-11T12:44:00.000-07:002013-05-11T12:44:08.468-07:00The Rest of the Brothel Stereo Pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And now we come to the last two images from our anonymous 20th Century photographer/erotomane. CLICK TO ENLARGE!<br />
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Oh Boy! More swell vintage stereoscopic erotica from France. In the first pair, two ladies are undressing for our intrepid shutterbug.<br />
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What rule of the house did she violate? Did she eat another gal's sack lunch? Did she forget to punch her time card? Click to enlarge! And leave your guesses in the comments!</div>
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<br />Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-26300973730837113612013-04-27T08:13:00.001-07:002013-04-27T08:13:45.178-07:00More French Brothel Stereoscope Images from the 1930sOh, boy! This is what you've all been waiting for with baited breath, right? Here's another outdoorsy one:<br />
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And here's a similar pose inside the <i>maison close</i> itself:<br />
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This is my favorite of the bunch. Note the rolled stockings in the second image, as well as the other woman seated on the bed. What is the subject of the photo reaching for under there? <br />
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These were taken by a French amateur during the 1930s. I'm not sure if he's the same fellow that took the one I posted a few months back, but the style and situations seem similar. (Two of them are outdoor, the rest appear to have been made inside a brothel.)<br />
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Oh boy! Upskirt. These seem to have been taken on different days, unless they're two different models. But they're wearing the same shoes!<br />
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Anyway, vintage amateur smut for your approval.Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-66374736063053415522013-03-29T12:07:00.000-07:002013-03-29T12:07:38.451-07:00Paris NightsHere's a magazine I found a while back:<br />
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Nice to know that nudie mags "did their part" for the National Relief Organization back in the day. It's full of mildly smutty cartoons and stories which I will try to scan later once I figure out how to do it without damaging the spine. Meanwhile, here's an ad from the back cover:<br />
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<br />Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-27930332814536325402013-02-25T09:55:00.000-08:002013-02-25T09:55:50.439-08:00Carole Mallory Exorcises "Picasso's Ghost"Those of you who know me well know that I don't like the e-tail behemoth named after a certain South American river. But today and today only (this is the third day, I just didn't think of doing this until now, so sue me) you can get my friend Carole Mallory's memoir <i>Picasso's Ghost</i> on your e-reader for <b><u>free</u></b> via this link!<br />
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She's a real sweetheart. <span itemprop="description"><span class="fsl">If Woody Allen's Zelig
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Claude, and her liaisons with Peter Sellers, Rod Stewart, De Niro,
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It's a nice 3D image, with the saw and the bow making for some nice relief. As I recall, his playing was haunting and lovely, and he was very good-natured about getting his pitcher took. Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-75495314104026983662013-01-27T16:19:00.000-08:002013-01-27T16:19:08.540-08:00More Parisian RooftopsFrom, I think, the top floor cafeteria of the Galeries Lafayette, with the Opéra Garnier in the distance, circa 1985: <br />
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Shot using a Pentax LX, what lens I don't remember, using Kodak Technical Pan film. Click to enlarge!Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-77941616336188061152013-01-22T17:05:00.000-08:002013-01-22T17:05:05.688-08:00Paris ObstetricsHere's a picture I took out my apartment window in 1982, when I was managing the cafeteria. Having the apartment instead of living upstairs meant getting up at 5:30 and catching the Métro to get there in time to start breakfast, but it was a swinging bachelor pad in the Marais, so what the hell.<br />
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The owner of the apartment was a somewhat shadowy figure whom I never met face to face. The previous subtenants (it was a summer rental only) pointed out to me that he had a stash of pharmaceuticals in a cupboard, all of them seemingly childbirth related. We called him the Phantom Obstetrician.<br />
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I should have waited for Halloween but I haven't posted much of late. Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-45932731765418017432012-12-30T13:00:00.000-08:002012-12-30T13:00:16.594-08:00Commemorative BSOH CoinHey, look what I got for Christmas from Gunther Demond himself! It's a commemorative Basement Sublet of Horror coin!<br />
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And on the reverse, it's got the BSOH logo!<br />
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I don't know how you can get one of these, sadly, unless you know Gunther personally. I hope they make one for Tex LeBeauf next!Scott Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10164315512007480150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991630297425331559.post-76292406778668978272012-12-09T17:20:00.003-08:002012-12-09T17:20:46.215-08:00Buffalo Remains and the Saddest Piñata in the World<br />
I've been very aware that my taxidermy-related posts have of late been lacking. So here are two shots of a pretty moth-eaten buffalo (<i>Bison bison</i>, for you scientific types):<br />
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And their friend, Mr. Trout:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjpxUVelbRXNVo4av_KcXciDpfzR1_EpF-HY8YuodFlzozv3ZEHmZJmku60qdsiqX99B8E251qsM_pU5QOFpX8j8mNWCj3fnU9LJUrttCoRlOUznxuFZMtaDUAj2shqrQrQu3PUBxLM_q/s1600/DSC01024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjpxUVelbRXNVo4av_KcXciDpfzR1_EpF-HY8YuodFlzozv3ZEHmZJmku60qdsiqX99B8E251qsM_pU5QOFpX8j8mNWCj3fnU9LJUrttCoRlOUznxuFZMtaDUAj2shqrQrQu3PUBxLM_q/s640/DSC01024.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<span style="color: black;"> <span style="color: black;">And, finally, the Saddest Pi</span></span>ñata in the World:<br />
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