Everywhere a Sign

Blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind.

As my head hurts with local, national, and international news, I'm reluctant to jump in with a serious post.  So, I try to think about many other things.

No.  Not that.

That's more like it.

My thoughts drift to the song from the Five Man Electrical Band, called, uh, "Signs."  I realize that there are signs everywhere.  Some are kind of brutal and mean (e.g., "Let's Go Brandon"), but a lot of signs are just downright funny.  What's even funnier are those which don't mean to be funny.

I looked at my collection of signs, both recent and from years past.  So, before the election season shifts into high gear (don't worry-if you are-I won't be able to help myself as we get closer to Election Day and civil war.

"So, let's get to it."

Whenever I see this sign, I often wonder,
is this a natural result of speed dating?

 

Frankly, the thought terrifies me.
Even in this age of DEI.

It was only natural that this would be just down the street, though.

Glad to know that fruit trees are here. 
Although, they didn't need to be so insulting.

Cocaine is in Aisle 8. 
Thank you for visiting your Shop n Bag.

That's why it's a dangerous intersection.  Ohhhhhh....

Next to the Thingamajig display

That should do it.

I wonder...is the word "fun" even necessary?

Well, that just seems mean.

My next what?

I'm not sure, but I'll bet the Norwegians are pretty hacked off. 
Those dirty Norwegians.

If you've forgotten your hooker, one will be provided at the door.

Has anyone told Al Sharpton?

This just doesn't seem fair. 
Unless the motorcycle sucks.

That has to be some watch.

Okay, maybe Fords.

And, finally, one of my favorite accidental bits of humor...

Insert tasteless political joke for the campaign trail here.