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February 11, 2009 |
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Bigfoot
FOUND by Andrew Hammond Kendall
in Unknown
I found it in a trashcan or on the ground, I can't remember.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
that's quite a vapor trail he's leaving behind him..!
Excellent title for the Find, not-so-excellent Finder's Blurb. I mean, C'mon!
How could you see a big long name like that and not feel the undeniable urge to google it? doing so turns up
http://tinyurl.com/b383bg
Hee hee...the way this photo is put together it almost looks like he's carrying the basket of flowers on his back...and yeah, that smoke trail gives one furiously to think, too...too many beans for lunch??
This is the man who brought raspberries in the morning...
@ Kermit ... exactly! Now it's off to buy some orange marmalade.
You take Beano BEFORE eating and it prevents those unsightly butt-clouds.
Awesome picture. I was thinking Slingblade..
This guy is trying to get rid of his gophers who are trashing his yard. He threw some smoke bombs down the holes and is walking away to as he looks for more..
This takes crop-dusting to an entirely different level.
My first thought: I wish all farts were visible.
Second: Is that Captian Lou Albano? Girls just wanna have fun, Oh girls...
I love candid shots...and @ brain problem, I think it'd be cool if the smoke clouds would change colors depending on smell or person haha
@Brain problem - It's no Lou Albano it's George the Animal Steel - or possibly Uncle Fester.
In either case - in the bald zombie' right hand is a big bourbon rocks tumbler - sans rocks - full of Jameson's Irish Whiskey that is sloshing around, and spilling all over his fingers.
Later he will pass out looking for napkins unsuccessfully, after eating several corndogs slathered in yellow mustard, and getting a burn unit quality sunburn.
He will not notice the pain of the sunburn through his late afternoon hang over, as he will be more focused on the 100's of bee's and red fire ants that have swarmed all over him ...
I think this man looks sad and tired, from a long and difficult life of hard work. All he really wants to do is sit down for a while, and relax. Maybe take a nap in his hammock, and try to savor the few years he might have left with his family instead of burning the pile of leaves his wife has been bugging him to get rid of.
Hey, this could be a modern version of a famous painting. Only instead of "Winter" it could be called "Bigfoot in Spring". Okay, that was kind of dumb, but you can't deny the resemblance to the painting. http://www.wyldeart.com/Galleries/Illustration/Maxf
I just think it's cool that the guy seems to be reading so intently that he doesn't realize he's brushing by hanging baskets of flowers while he passes a smoldering underground lava flow.
Finsterton catches a lot of this guy's life. It's been a hard life. He's worn out from being trampled by his boss. He'd just like to get away somewhere and rest. But when he gets home ... well, there's no rest for the weary.
The only mental relaxation he gets is from his books. But when his wife sees him sitting and reading she screeches "Why are you sitting there doing nothin'? Get up and lend a hand around here, why doncha??"
So it's back and forth with the meaningless chores, catching a sentence here and a paragraph there, while his "mullet haircut having, Budweiser T-shirt wearing, inbred, gravy eating wife" makes life miserable for him.
Poor guy deserves a few raspberries and some orange marmalade.
Our brother knew naked man was wrong. He decided to hide away and stay natural. We chose out path and now we seek him out to expose him. But he is smarter than us and sharper. He is us, we are no longer him.
http://foundmagazine.com/find/853
Cartman is farting fire!
good lord- all that referencing of finds gone by is only funny when it's funny.
(oh, Philbert not you-- yours was funny and relevant.)
yeah but farts are always funny
Upon further review this man has appears to have an OCD issue where feels the need to do balance beam style walks on long narrow shadows thrown by the trees.
This issue is compounded by the fact that he has to watch his every step as there are hundreds of dog droppings on his lawn - ever since the neighbors ceased dropping the poo-bags down the storm drain.
Whoa I thought that was MY motorbike for a second.
"We puke rainbow bitch" haha
We puke rainbow bitch
I'll play at love with my pet Irish Setter
People didn't like her because she lived in a ditch
Some booties and a poncho would help him feel better
we saved several poo-bags as lawn ornaments
leaving his mark, so the next guy who comes by will smell him...
I find this to be vaguely Monty Pythonesque. Anyone else?
@Feeling - GET ME THE BUCKET!!!
Right away Mr Creosote!
FE - FI - FO - FUM!
He is scared shitless and trying to move his bulk away from the falling tree behind him!
The horror...the horror!
@Feeling - One more wafer thin mint sir?
It's King Kong Bundy! Now that he's retired from smashing up heads in the wrestling ring, he likes to do a little gardening for relaxation.
Is that YOU, Alan?
..feeling dejected
feeling like a child might feel
it all seems so absurd
that this should have occurred.
my very only secret and
I had to go and leak it
now my secret garden's
not so secret
anymore.
What makes me curious is why would anyone would wanna take a picture of this...