Project 313 – Post No. 083

I have to knock a few of these out quick . . . enough for the next five days or so because I’m gonna be busy with other stuff. Well, I want to be busy with other stuff. I plan to be busy with other stuff. 

. . . maybe I’ll — probably hopefully think — be busy with other stuff. 

Whatever, these next few posts will be vanilla and quick and filled with banal conversations. Here goes . . . 

Hey! How about them {insert favorite team here . . . but don’t tell me in the comments}?

Boy! That weather has sure been {pick hot or cold and insert here} lately, ain’t it?

Say, have you ever had a persistent rash right under . . . er . . . 

You know what? I think the first two questions are enough mindless banter.

And now, the photo:

Project 313 083

I should probably show the original of this photo . . . but meanwhile, enjoy this version. 

I’m so gonna start introducing people like this. 

And, here we are . . . (nearly) at the end. All that’s left is a doodle about Shooting Colors Into The Night. 

Shooting Colors Into The Night

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.


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