Last night, while strolling along Main St. my daughter Lucy spotted this poster. Being the thoughtful child she is, she immediately brought it to my attention and was rewarded with all the fish tacos she could eat.
What a cutie.
From the office of a Memphis-area urologist, this...
The sign for Memphis’ Jet Gas Express has reminded your Fly-Team of one of the world’s great unsolved mysteries. Why do they call it a hambuger if it’s neither chopped ham nor chopped bug?
And can you really call a filling station maid a homemaid?
The good folks at the Downtown Shell Station don't believe in beating around the bush.
There comes a time when every person looks in the mirror and asks, "Is there a wilder towing company out there?" And the answer, my friends, is yes. The sign on the door said, "Alberto's." The announcement on the bumper: "Buck Wild."
These signs in conjunction (as seen posted here on the railroad overpass at Front and Butler) indicates that angry Rhinoceroses should keep to the right in order to avoid being struck by oncoming traffic. I guess.
I've never seen the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue, but I'm pretty sure this is a spirit photo of Joni Mitchell who turned 70 last week.
Happy birthday Joni. And well played, Kimbrough!
Two guys named Stoner have started a "soft wash" service and given it the best name in the history of soft wash services.
This is assuming that there is a history of soft wash services. Either way, I hope these guys charge time-and-a-half after 4:20.