The title of that Spillane CD… is it “Pipe Dreams” or “Piped Reams” ???
Inquiring minds want to know…
The title of that Spillane CD… is it “Pipe Dreams” or “Piped Reams” ???
Inquiring minds want to know…
No Its , Pi pedre ams
RORY
She is holding them exactly the way her husband or boyfriend, who is taking the photograph, is telling her to. You can tell by the look on her face. He still hasn’t figured the bellows out.
Or anything else.
It just occurred to me that the photog could be her son. That might account for the smile of long-suffering indulgence on her face.
brianc:
The title of that Spillane CD… is it “Pipe Dreams” or “Piped Reams” ???
Inquiring minds want to know…
No Its , Pi pedre ams
RORY
Actally its an anagram of “Damp drip, see!”!
Cynth:
Nanohedron:
I dunno. Sure, the Pipes Lady might have taken her cue from Spillane, O’Brien, and Quinn, but she still hasn’t figured that bellows out. Unless that’s County Sialkot (Contae an Saoidheálcomhat) style.
She is holding them exactly the way her husband or boyfriend, who is taking the photograph, is telling her to. You can tell by the look on her face. He still hasn’t figured the bellows out.
Or anything else.
It just occurred to me that the photog could be her son. That might account for the smile of long-suffering indulgence on her face.
Yep, that’s a definite possibility. A son who doesn’t visit as often as she would like.
Nanohedron:
Cynth:
She is holding them exactly the way her husband or boyfriend, who is taking the photograph, is telling her to. You can tell by the look on her face. He still hasn’t figured the bellows out.
Or anything else.
It just occurred to me that the photog could be her son. That might account for the smile of long-suffering indulgence on her face.
Yep, that’s a definite possibility. A son who doesn’t visit as often as she would like.
…And who could have been a doctor, she should be so lucky he would have finished college. But no. Instead he has to sell things on that eBay, and for that she had such terrible labor? Never mind, never mind already. A mother loves her son, and so she’ll sit there posing with cockamamy gizmos if it makes him happy. People buy lint and toast there, so why not.