Some folks think all 12-inch fashion dolls are the same as that one very famous one. The one that comes with all the neat cars and friends and other accessories. The one whose head came off when I took her to the beach and ill-advisedly took the doll into the waves. The one who became the Fabulous Headless Fashion Model after that. Continue reading
Long ago, when women wore long skirts and used fans to send coded messages, a particular form of marshal arts existed just for them. Using a very specially honed item of furniture, these women could fend off unwanted advances and foil attempts by thieves to rob them of their pin money. Continue reading
We have very little in the way of rules here in the Snark Lounge. No fighting in the sand box. No cooking the haunted hawk. If you touched it, you put it away when you’re done. And the last one out please make sure the toilet flushed. Because, Dude! Continue reading
Let’s say you have an item you want to get rid of. Go ahead, say it. I’ll wait. Done? So you put the ad on Craigslist. But in Sparkyville, chances are you didn’t include enough information to clue in the other Sparkys as to what you have for them. Continue reading
There’s this town called Leachfield. Actually, it’s Litchfield, but that’s only if you go straight there. If you pass through Sparkyville, it’s Leachfield. I don’t know why. Continue reading
Man In Trenchcoat: Psst!
Sparky: You, again? There is nothing I need so just leave me alone. Continue reading
Today’s post was captured and flown by email across the Pond from Jolly Brexit London. I am particularly impressed with the camera work by British Sparky. Continue reading