Friday, March 11, 2016

Crab Take What He Want

It's 4 A.M. and I'm feeding the Jake.

We live next to a couple schools, on a corner, so all the school trash blows on to our lawn. This picture blew on to the lawn the other day. It depicts a crab grabbin' all the muns.  I showed my wife.

I said "I'm keepin' this."

She responded "Why wouldn't you keep it?"

I married the right person.

Anyway, here it is.  On a post. Product of my sleep deprived brain while feeding an infant. A hearty salute to the mysterious producer of this magnificent piece. If words must be set to the work, then those words were already spoken by a friend of mine.  I'll leave you to ponder his quote:

"A generation that can produce such work has something going for it. People worry too much. Get the money, crab. Get the money."


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    1. Yes, if only he were here with us today. He was here last night, but not today...

  2. This is almost as good as finding a kids social studies homework under the seat of a stolen car.

    1. HA! I've never heard that before, but if it has to do with taking things: this blew freely on my lawn, so I take it as a gift from the wind.

      Funny thing is that I can sorta figure out what happened: parent-teacher conferences were the other day, and the other side of this sheet has an empty evaluation, so I'm assuming someone was VERY bored during the confrences.

  3. Crab's got mad loot, and the wits to keep two legs free to scuttle away.

  4. Don't leave your loot on the lawn, or you might lose it to the Grab Crab! He'll pinch your purse! He'll knock over your knicknacks! Gank your goods! GRABCRAB

  5. The sun shines on this criminal crustacean.