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At a young age
All the snowmen
To fear the yellow
I want that lamp. Now. Earl, gimme that lamp. Come on Earl, Gimme that lamp.
No no no. Not the television.
The lamp. That awesome lamp behind you.
Gimme gimme gimme.
EARL! GIVE ME THE DAMNED LAMP!
Sometimes I wonder what the photographer was thinking
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*Warning - White Trash Story to Follow*
When I was a kid
Every adult woman in my family smoked
They always had a cig in their fingers
And they became really good
At doing all the basic things in life
With that lit cigarette
Waving around in the air like a
With that cigarette
Between her fingers
I watched my aunt
Smack her kid upside the head with one hand
While balancing a plate of food and a cocktail in the other
The cigarette in her fingers
Never dropped an ash
I remember wondering
"How did she do that?"
Was there a special class you took
At community college?
Or was it just passed on in the genes
From one generation to the next?
Kids have fun
Sometimes you'd be running around
And you'd run into the lit cigarette
You'd howl with pain
They'd look down at you
The response was always the same
A quick inspection of your burn
A pat on the head
"Oh honey. I'm sooo sorry"
Then they'd light up another cigarette
And continue making
The tuna casserole
Sorry I'm so late guys, it's been a crazy day.
If you've been having problems reaching Bighappyfunhouse
It's because my hosting company
Is fiddling around with the settings
They claim to have it fixed
A special day
A day to get outside
And cook some meat on the grill
Please think of me
While you're flipping your meat
Once upon a time you made some bad ass vehicles.
The cars looked like artwork.
Why not get back to basics.
You might actually start selling cars again.
Reggie never had any fun
He watched the others with their happiness and wondered
How do they ever get any work done?
He ended up living alone in a big house
Drinking too much wine
And bemoaning what might have been
Had he only turned around to see
What he'd been missing
Maybe life would be
No No No No No
Earlier this week I bought a couple hundred boxes of vintage carnival toys (don't ask..I don't even know why). So today, I'm sorting through some them..... I reach into a huge box and pull out this little plastic clown. I look down at it and it smiles at me. I throw it on the ground and turn away....but somehow.... he's suddenly in front of me.... I walk out of the warehouse and he's there....on the sidewalk....waiting....smiling.
At first I just see him.
But them I notice.
He's not alone.
Now there are hundreds of these little bastards.
An army of tiny smiling clowns......silently..... waiting.
Are your doors locked tonight? All your windows shut?
Not that it matters.
They always find a way in.
Yes Virgina, there is a devil and he wears a polka dot clownsuit.
God help us all.
So, what's new?
Zee new scanner is here.
Hey everybody, Nick again. Ron's out cooking up "a big surprise" to quote the man himself. He asked me to post a photo or two tonight so y'all don't get lonely.
I like getting away. I like relaxing. I like goofing off. I like muskies. I like giving away things to strangers. I like artbabes. I like people who refuse to quit. I like that feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and realize you're not dead yet. I like girls who are happy. I like photos of people with their eyes closed. I like walking around a flea market in the middle of the afternoon and finding something really valuable that all the "good" dealers missed. I like that split second before you open a photo album that has been buried in a trunk for fifty years. I like attics. I like people who surprise me. I like things that were inappropriately approved. I like being somewhere that feels like nowhere. I like old lawn chairs and the marks they leave on the back of your arms.
And man.... do I like Wisconsin.
I missed you guys and gals. I nice to get away for a few days but man do you realize what's important to you when it's gone.
At least Angelica and Nick made it a clown-free weekend. (Thanks!) I'm buying yet another scanner this afternoon. More pics later today.
Hey folks, Nick from Square America here. Apparently, Ron's scanner just blew up so I'm flying in to save the day (or the weekend as the case may be).
barrel of fun
Mutt and Jeff
Well, I don't know what strange little gremlin is lurking in my computer, but it decided to mess with my posting abilities. After searching the forums for the answer, I had to break down and call Ron. But it was soooo worth it! We chatted for ever about this and that. Wow, what a nice guy and so much fun. He made my day. So it all worked out for the best in the end.
Here again, for those few of you that saw it the first time around, is that crazy monkey daddy-o.
How quickly time flies when you're having fun! Angelica here again on my final day
at the Big Happy. Today, I thought I would show you some fun prop photographs.
These are the types of images that started me collecting photos many years ago.
At one time, prop photos were all that I would buy, like paper moons, flying machines,
etc., but when they got harder to find and the prices shot up, I set my eyes on snapshots. But that's another story.
On another note, it has been a pleasure entertaining you fine folks. Please come and visit me sometime at Swapatorium. You are always welcome!
Thanks Ron for trusting me with your wonderful site.
*Signs off with Carol Burnett song* I'm so glad we had this time together....
Hello everyone! Angelica here from Swapatorium filling in for Ron today and tomorrow. Like Ron and Nick, I too collect vintage photos. I tried to pick some from my collection that I thought would feel right at home at the Big Happy. So without further ado, here is a selection of photos that I call The Garden of Good and Evil.
I'm heading on up to Milwaukee today
Storytime - Best short story to go with the photo wins a wonderful prize.
I was talking to Nick from Squareamerica and we both realized we've seen photos like this many times before. Ones with the girls heads poking through newspapers....Mostly from the 1920s. We have no idea why. Anyone care to venture a guess?