And now for something totally different:
Sabine at one point mentioned that she was thinking it was desirable to aquire a family of concrete Mexicans.
Well girl, I have found the mother lode:
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Complete with Burros.Â
Where, you ask, is this heaven on earth, this place of sublime statuary?
Halfway between Memphis and Corinth, MS.Â
And that’s not the best news.
Brace yourself.
It’s for SALE. Yep. I foresee a complete career change. Forget real estate, I think you have a future in being a purveyor of concrete Mexicans. I think there is a huge untapped market. There is one catch.
About 5 miles up the road toward Memphis THIS:
Is poised to give you a run for your money. You will have some marketing advantages. Apparently, although claiming to have the largest selections of fountains in the Mid-South, they are too haughty to stock concrete Mexicans. They deal in higher class items. Like, well:
Concrete Gorillas,
Somewhat disturbing were-rabbits,
And,
Their piece-de-resistance in the place of honor:
THE CEMENT CHICKEN!!! (Okay, rooster, but it just doesn’t have the same ring, does it?)
Seriously – I see this as a growth industry.  A few well-placed product endorsements, and everyone will want them. Shall I give you the number on the sign?
Thank you, Bri. I needed to giggle like a school girl this morning, and picturing Sabine haggling with a housewife about the price of a cement chicken did that for me.
Ah. We were going to take a picture of the second largest cock I’ve ever seen on the way back from Pail, but I was driving too fast.
And the largest? Just outside Branson, MO city limits, near Table Rock Dam.
I have to ask, is there a market for these things? Do people actually buy them? who? who? who? I saw some really big concrete planters in Pigeon Forge, but they wouldn’t fit in my tiny car so they had to stay there. But Chickens? Gorillas? I’m so afraid I’m going to get lost in the woods one day and come up on a crazy person with a yard full of concrete things.
You know if the building is large enough to hold that bookstore I’ve been wanting to open… then we might have a plan in the works. Cause what is better than a book/bath/candle store with a tea room in the back?
A book/bath/candle store with a tea room in the back with concrete were-rabbits out front!
And now that you guys have gotten passed the topics that eat my soul… I can stop biting my tongue and get on with my blogging world. Thank You.
It does eliminate the need for a security system.
my mom has a 5′ concrete angel in her back yard….all I could think when she got it was well there goes part of my college tuition. I can’t imagine who else buys these things.
Now see, that angel would be like, “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.” and I’d be scared to got out in the back yard.
HAHAHAHA
Sabine thinks that bolting a concrete mexican down will keep Gellis and I from hauling it off….
Bam Bam break that bolt…..
Big John
Cement Chicken? Dear…that’s the hardest cock on the planet. Turn him the other way, so he’s sinister! 🙂
Oh, no. An Ansteorran spy. Bam-Bam, better cancel those plans for the Ansteorran gate… 😉
What plans about the Ansteorran gate? Just cause we want to get in a couple of rounds of putt-putt at the war?
Ya build something as impressive as that….it’s like a magnet. Or maybe a big blinking neon sign reading ‘PRANK ME PLEASE!!!’
-Big John
p.s. concrete mexicans trying to get into camp Ansteorra….thanks Bri.
BigJ – talk to BamBam. Execute Squire Plan 61B, codename pink banana.
Plan 61B Affirmative
I repeat, 61B Affirmative.
I read: Blue Banana, Blue Banana, Blue Banana.
Do you concur, Juan?
Ok here’s the choice – either I get to keep my concrete Mexicans guarding my pavilion or there is going to have to be a group squire effort to dig a hole big enough for the koi pond. Sarah says she is good with one about 12 feet wide… with a rum fountain.
Besides I lived in Ansteorra and they have plenty of tacky lawn art… they don’t need mine.
Koi pond must also have guards…. because we don’t need any drunken squires passing out in my rum pool. accidents happen, you know.
Gods, somebody, anybody- I wanna be a squire, too! Squires get to futz about with the concrete mexicans and the bolt cutters. The grass is looking greener….
Hey, Morgan? You need an organizational squire, right? 😉
Blue Bannana….check!
Sarah, talk to Gethin…he needs a good squire. I’ve been trying to get him to take Nonnie to no avail.
12′? Hell we dig a 6′ dia firepit every year.
You want a Koi pond?
Be sure to think real hard before you answer.
-BigJuan
Sarah, I wouldn’t talk… I still have the beer-bong blackmail photo of our boys with the SGB bear. There’s a reason it’s bolted on the INSIDE today.
And you can’t have the Koi pond until the boys build my combination Indian meditation platform and hot tub.
Apparently, if you tell them they can steal your mexicans, Kat, you can get anything you want built…
Ok – you know I really have to ask — Does your KNIGHT know you are planning on selling concrete Mexicans? Do any of them look like him? bwa..ha.ha.ha..ha…..
And “mexicans” is another word for what? Personally, I feel anyone who wants to can steal any sort of concrete Mexican out of my yard. The very placement of said items wouldn’t be at my request in the first place.
Remember the gorilla just outside Couchdale? Some guy who built his house right by the front gate, had a purple gorilla in the back yard. I was never really worried about the guys stealing it — except for the potential hernias involved.
Blue Banana? Hang on a sec, I’ve got my Enigma machine around here somewhere!
**quote: Blue Banana? Hang on a sec, I’ve got my Enigma machine around here somewhere! **
Big Juan,
Cheese it, it’s the Fuzz!
(super secret GA crown list reference)
Do this: Buy it, slap a lot of black cloth on it, sequins, and fairy wings and bring it to DragonCon next year for the Art Show. I guarantee you will make a mint.
I am not kidding. Ask Serena, she’s already trying to talk her mom into painting a bunch of stuff to sell.
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