Neon Tanning sign – $75
Neon red lit “Tanning” 28″ long. $75.00 in excellent running order.
[blonde] You guys, I don’t get it … I’ve been lying under this sign for, like, fifteen minutes a day, and I’m not any darker! [/blonde]
Neon Tanning sign – $75
Neon red lit “Tanning” 28″ long. $75.00 in excellent running order.
[blonde] You guys, I don’t get it … I’ve been lying under this sign for, like, fifteen minutes a day, and I’m not any darker! [/blonde]
Of course not, because you’d have to lie between that sign and another that said [/tanning] in order to see results.
And just look how dark the sign has gotten! 8)
Reminds me of that Seinfeld episode.
I’ve had this damn deer skin in the tanning booth all day and it’s still not turning into leather!
I don’t see the problem. That sign captures the color of a fake tan perfectly.
Anagram Fun with TANNING SIGN:
Tannings Gin
Tanning Gins
Tanning Sing
Snag Tinning
Nags Tinning
Sang Tinning
Gnats Inning
Tangs Inning
Angst Inning
Gnat Innings
Gnat Sinning
Tang Innings
Tang Sinning
Ants Ginning
Tans Ginning
Gang Inn Snit
Gang Inn Tins
Gang Inn Nits
Gang Inns Tin
Gang Inns Nit
Gangs Inn Tin
Gangs Inn Nit
Nag Sting Inn
Nag Tings Inn
Nag Ting Inns
Snag Ting Inn
Nags Ting Inn
Sang Ting Inn
Gnats Gin Inn
Tangs Gin Inn
Angst Gin Inn
Gnat Gin Inns
Gnat Gins Inn
Gnat Sign Inn
Gnat Sing Inn
Tang Gin Inns
Tang Gins Inn
Tang Sign Inn
Tang Sing Inn
Windy – I thought you didn’t start drinking this early in the morning.
I’m as sober as a lord! 8)
Tan boy: Do not try and tan the sign. That’s impossible. Instead… only try to realize the truth.
Neon: What truth?
Tan boy: There is no sign.
Neon: There is no sign?
Tan boy: Then you’ll see, that it is not the sign that tans, it is only yourself.
Neon lights
illuminating cities of sin,
shamelessly calling out
to deviant children
of wonderfully dark indulgences.
Painting red, the faces
of Las Vegas street walkers.
Painting blue, the naked bodies
of New York’s dancers.
Giving a gritty underworld
a vibrant, glamorous light
in which to thrive.
Its gentle electric hum
a breathing pulse,
festering in the midst of
concrete and steel.
A satire on organic chemistry.
Heather A. Young
Yep, nothing like prostitutes on a Sunday morning. Sets the mood for the week.
Never on Sunday, Smedley…….
Ooops! Just Ooops………
SisterLyle, you deserve many more of these! Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Cheri Irwin!
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