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Thursday, September 12, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Tipsy's Tap...


 

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Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ No Ball, No Point...



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Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Says Bean Z Swedburg...



 

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Saturday, September 7, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Padre & Fattello: And just like that, everything made perfect sense...




 

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Thursday, September 5, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Art by Victor Moscoso...


 

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Circuswater 13 ~ 1963...


 

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Wednesday, September 4, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Yoker...

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Shay Pez

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Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Padre and Fattello: Seems like...


 

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Circuswater 13 ~ Before the Pink Panther there was...




 

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Circuswater 13 ~ Oh how I wish again that I was in Michigan...


 

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Sunday, September 1, 2024

Circuswater 13 ~ Frankie "Firehead" Kuzma...


 

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All my life things have been what they have been. I thought I was on top of the world when my boss over at the Church Cake Sale Management Company put me in charge of measuring kitchen tables: But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become the junior assistant to the assistant of the assistant president of The Miniature Cattle Display Club here in Spiderbone Illinois. It's as if I was drinking a Rob Roy with Roy Clark or hailing a cab for Haley Mills or...dang, I had another one, but it slipped my mind. But anyway my recent appointment has made me the toast-of-the-town in a town where toasting is not an activity to be taken lightly. It seems like just days ago I was living in the boiler room at the Moose Lodge. Now I'm living in the laundry room of a swell apartment building. Things just always seem to work out good for me. Who knows, someday I might own a bait shop or become a camp host! Oh yeah...now I remember, or like tossing a beach ball with Lucille Ball.
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