We’ve had our annual end-of-season bath. We’re ecstatic, but our owner has tabled our emotions.
I think we’re allowed to stay green all winter because Mother Nature gets Seasonal Affective Disorder if everything’s bare.
I am the prototype for the next-generation hovercraft. The handle lets you move me to a different parking space without getting back into the car.
My two towers are different. Not surprising from an architect who wore mismatched socks. The lack of symmetry drives me insane!
Inside joke. This is the former Athens Mental Hospital.