Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 25, 2017

I don’t know what he sees in it,

You have to inspect carefully before you buy.

He really gets into his interests.

I like the Los Zorritos theme.

I think Paul is potted.

It appears that, for once, the plywood in Paul’s pant legs has collapsed.

Paul always likes to dive head first into a new hobby or project.

jarring, too…

Paul has been planted like a turnip or an onion.

I see Paul’s gone off the reservation, again !

Paul is too old for those kind of shenanigans.

He’s going to hurt himself.

Tonight, when they go to bed, Shirley will remind him that he urned. all those bruises.

Is this one large enough to hide a body?

It should be disconcerting. They like too much like Japanese urns.

Potty Paul’s pottery predilection’s pretty peeving (partly pervy pants)…

He’ll quit when he find one that fits him.

He thinks he’s a cat.

It’s quite mysterious until one realizes that those pots once held corn liquor, (yes the native peoples indulged) …and there seemed to be a bit left in the bottom of that pot.

However Paul soon found out that the neighborhood cats have been using it for….uh…anyway a quick shower with bleach should do the trick.

Somebody better pull him out or he’s going sufficate!

Paul, the flasher in the pot. Not a flash in the pan.

Well, Another sunny Sunday dawns on Ballard street, And we are elucky enough to see another day.

Sooo…. Paul’s a pothead!