This is a scene from the four foot obelisk in our back yard, illuminated by the morning sun:
What the hell is going on here?
And before you ask, it came with the house.
Er... um... The guy with the club is trying to sell the ox to the other guy, who is checking the back of the ox to make sure the shock absorbers and struts are in good condition. Suspension work on oxen is expensive and finding a good ox mechanic is hard.
Yeah.
Well, I think you went from living in a back ass state filled with bull to having a guy check out the ass of a bull on an obelisk in your backyard. You choose the one you prefer.
I can get a good look at a T-bone by sticking my head up a bull's ass, but I'd rather take a butcher's word for it.
Nice Indian heiroglyph, but when I first saw it I thought it may have been something spotted by the Mars probe.
Sorry Jay, I'm not allowed to talk about that.
