
This goes with my other ARK Bread item and now I know the rabbit's name!

JUST CLICK ON THE SCAN AND PRINT HIM OUT FOR YOUR VERY OWN USEFUL PROTEIN
I have no information about Squirrel Town and I didn't know it existed until I found this postcard last week. It was located in Gravois Mills which is part of the Lake of the Ozarks here in Missouri. The card is probably from the 1950's.
You know, I wonder if Squirrel Town had a little squirrel mayor or a little squirrel sheriff. Maybe there was a little squirrel school house with tiny little squirrel students. If they had a school then they probably had a little squirrel church with a little squirrel congregation. More I think about it they probably even had a little squirrel fire department and they might've had a little squirrel . . .
Last Sunday night I had my first and last Guberburger at the famous Wheel Inn Drive In on the intersection of hiway 50 & 65 in Sedalia, Missouri and I regret waiting this long to finally try it. In the past I’ve usually ordered the double meat cheeseburger because I was always kind of afraid I wouldn’t like the Guberburger. My fears were foolish ones as I really enjoyed the famous Guberburger, a hamburger with hot melted peanut butter.
Unfortunately, this Missouri roadside landmark will be closed forever on September 3 thanks to a new hiway expansion. The Wheel Inn has been serving the Guberburger, Soozie-Q fries and many other tasty treats since 1947. 



The game starts once you flip the little white switch and Mr. Mouth begins spinning his head while opening and closing his mouth. Up to four players can play as you try to use your flipper hand to flip a plastic chip into his mouth. First person who successfully feeds Mr. Mouth all of their chips wins the game.
Mr. Mouth was also a fun toy to play with as he sometimes acted as an evil monster out to eat army men and Star Wars figures. I remember how funny it was to watch my dog, Bluebell's reaction to him as she wasn't too sure why he kept snapping his big mouth at her.





Maybe the person in this old snapshot is really the secret identity of The Shadow, better known as Lamont Cranston. Only the Shadow knows. . .



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Why take a photo of a housefly? I have no idea, because just a few seconds earlier I wanted to murder the little guy. Looking at the photo up close he’s really colorful and shines like he’s made of polished metal. This little creature is actually kind of cute in his own disgusting way. Now that I’m in the office typing this post, he’s probably in the other room flying all over the place buzzing up a storm, but I don’t have the heart to flatten him with the swatter. I guess I’ll just have to shoo him out the door.
Sorry for this odd and out of the norm post, but I just had to blog about it. Since I’m not too sleepy, I think I’ll go watch that Vincent Price classic, The Fly! Good night!
Maryland Heights, MO
Foristell, MO
Lake Ozark, MO
Lake Ozark, MO
Osage Beach, MO (This MM is no longer here)
Rapid City, SD
Lyons, CO
Atlanta, IL
Wilmington, IL
Burbank, IL (The Frankenmuffler Man)