He's a cheese head of course!
A request came in to explain the picture posted on Jan 17th of this year.
If you take a look it, it is a stuff flamingo wearing a cheese hat. Of course the next thing you will notice is he is wearing nothing more then a pair of underwear. You are now asking yourself what this represents and why would anyone take a photo of this.
WELL it's a CHEESE HEAD watching a PACKER GAME this season-- What else.
Actually this little guy is one of my Xmas gifts this year thanks to family real near and dear. They called one Saturday and invited us along to a mall roughly 45 minutes from here. I thought nothing of it, as it was a nice day and they were driving.
We arrive at the mall, wander'd through it, looking at different things,. I believe we even stopped at a CINNABON cafe for coffee and roll. After awhile they all wandered into a place called “BUILD A BEAR”. Again I was just following along, minding my own business and attempting not get lost. What I didn't know was that a trap had been set.
Next thing you know a un-stuffed, no-heart, non-fluffed, non-combed, NON NAMED, pink flamingo was placed in my hand and I looked at it and said cute. This will go with all my other flamingos if someone would stuff it, give it a heart, fluff it, comb it and give it a name.
Did you notice how I said IF.
Yep, when I looked up, I was looking at a wife, daughter, son in-law, and 3 grandchildren who all chimed loud enough for everyone in the mall to hear. YOU GET TO DO IT.
I attempted to weasle out but that didn't work out. In fact the littlest granddaughter was so demanding about it, I had to relent. So off we went to the stuffing machines. On the way I negotiated with her that I needed assistance and if she we help me, I would do everything.
So with the help of a granddaughter with big blue eyes, and the laughter of the remaining TEAM, we built a bird. They didn't allow us personally to fill the bird, but with the help of the little one, we were able to determine the right fullness, we picked out a heart, we picked out a little noise maker and then my bird was sewn up.
We then had to go from table to table fluffing and brushing and fluffing some more. Once my helper signed off that I was doing it right and that it looked good, we then moved over to a computer and NAMED the BIRD. As if that wasn't bad enough, I then had to outfit it so I picked the briefs.
Thinking I was about done with this little exercise, I headed with my “BIRD IN HAND” to the counter so it could be purchased and place it in a bag. I was hoping that this was going to be a low profile monetary exchange but no, the girls behind the counter took one look at “PINKY” and started to laugh.
They stated they never would have thought anyone would put that combination together let alone. that it was being purchased as a gift for an adult. They even wanted to take a picture of it with me, so they could put it up on their wall. BEHIND THE COUNTER FOR ALL TO SEE.
No picture was taken, and I exited with bird in hand along with a gaggle of family members who will never be trusted again.
So ends the story of Pinky and his birth. "GO PACKERS"
If you take a look it, it is a stuff flamingo wearing a cheese hat. Of course the next thing you will notice is he is wearing nothing more then a pair of underwear. You are now asking yourself what this represents and why would anyone take a photo of this.
WELL it's a CHEESE HEAD watching a PACKER GAME this season-- What else.
Actually this little guy is one of my Xmas gifts this year thanks to family real near and dear. They called one Saturday and invited us along to a mall roughly 45 minutes from here. I thought nothing of it, as it was a nice day and they were driving.
We arrive at the mall, wander'd through it, looking at different things,. I believe we even stopped at a CINNABON cafe for coffee and roll. After awhile they all wandered into a place called “BUILD A BEAR”. Again I was just following along, minding my own business and attempting not get lost. What I didn't know was that a trap had been set.
Next thing you know a un-stuffed, no-heart, non-fluffed, non-combed, NON NAMED, pink flamingo was placed in my hand and I looked at it and said cute. This will go with all my other flamingos if someone would stuff it, give it a heart, fluff it, comb it and give it a name.
Did you notice how I said IF.
Yep, when I looked up, I was looking at a wife, daughter, son in-law, and 3 grandchildren who all chimed loud enough for everyone in the mall to hear. YOU GET TO DO IT.
I attempted to weasle out but that didn't work out. In fact the littlest granddaughter was so demanding about it, I had to relent. So off we went to the stuffing machines. On the way I negotiated with her that I needed assistance and if she we help me, I would do everything.
So with the help of a granddaughter with big blue eyes, and the laughter of the remaining TEAM, we built a bird. They didn't allow us personally to fill the bird, but with the help of the little one, we were able to determine the right fullness, we picked out a heart, we picked out a little noise maker and then my bird was sewn up.
We then had to go from table to table fluffing and brushing and fluffing some more. Once my helper signed off that I was doing it right and that it looked good, we then moved over to a computer and NAMED the BIRD. As if that wasn't bad enough, I then had to outfit it so I picked the briefs.
Thinking I was about done with this little exercise, I headed with my “BIRD IN HAND” to the counter so it could be purchased and place it in a bag. I was hoping that this was going to be a low profile monetary exchange but no, the girls behind the counter took one look at “PINKY” and started to laugh.
They stated they never would have thought anyone would put that combination together let alone. that it was being purchased as a gift for an adult. They even wanted to take a picture of it with me, so they could put it up on their wall. BEHIND THE COUNTER FOR ALL TO SEE.
No picture was taken, and I exited with bird in hand along with a gaggle of family members who will never be trusted again.
So ends the story of Pinky and his birth. "GO PACKERS"
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