
“Trash can? I prefer being called The Keeper of Previouslty Wanted Things. Got more of a ring to it, you know?”

“Trash can? I prefer being called The Keeper of Previouslty Wanted Things. Got more of a ring to it, you know?”

“Yeah, I know this is the 100th time in the row I’ve played this song and, yeah, I’ve got other songs in my memory… but come on… just twenty more times and we can listen to what you want to listen to, okay? I mean, I don’t see you playing any music from your magic music brain, alright?”
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Note: This is another awesome Googlesday submission by Jeremy G.
Worshipers everywhere are gathering to pray at the feet of the googly-eyed angel of St. Louis, the newest of a long string of googly eye related miracles occurring all around the area.

One look into her calming eyes and all the worlds problems seem to fade away in a heavenly peace.
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Note: Googly created and taken at Novak’s Bar and Grill in St. Louis.
“Hey you, you’re new here. Whaddya do to land yourself in the big house?”

“There’s been a horrible mistake! I’m not supposed to be here!”

“Hey guys, get a load of this guy! He says he’s innocent!”

“No no no, you don’t understand. I’m guilty… It’s just that I’m a lemon; I’m just a little green skinned. They threw me in the wrong prison!”
I was very lucky to find this rare and almost never seen Googlisaur, and in all places in a local STL bar.

This creature has a very specific diet of only potted plants in trendy St. Louis gastropubs, making it’s dependence of upon mankind almost tantamount to its survival.

Such a gentle, serene creature. It must be noted that its main predators are recyclers and art critics, making the animal very vulnerable in its native feeding ground.

Ah, and it sees us. It seems alarmed, but it soon continues its grazing. Too wierd to live, too rare to die.
Archeologists across the globe are all a twitter about the latest artifact find in Egypt:

Not much is known about the Pharaoh buried in the sarcophagus but no doubt can be made about the care taken to preserve his remains.

For millenia his unblinking eyes have watched the world, now the world is watching him.
“Take a seat so I can take a good look at you, young one.”

“I can see deep into your soul. I see a great concert in your future at a… club… way out there… somewhere.”

“Yes, that’s it. The Way Out Club, this Friday. I also see a seven dollar cover charge in your future as well.”
“AVAST YE!!!”

“I be the dreaded pirate Brine Beard and I be claiming this here bloody mary as me own!”

“Go ahead and try to take ‘er back and you’ll taste the sharp end of me sword! Begone! The tasty drink be mine! HAAHAHAHA!!!”

Reporter: “Now here’s a happy couple. Say, how long have you love birds been married?”
Coffee: “How long have we been together? We’ve been appearing together in breakfasts across America for so long I’ve lost count of the years.”
Danish: “What!? It’s been fifty years, two months, and 53 minutes, and don’t you forget it, bub!”
Reporter: “Hah, looks like she told you Mr. Coffee, guess you better buy her some roses before she gets eyes for Mr. Tea.”