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A box of castanets for my pink bird, please…
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Blog Guy, like many of your readers I have very special fashion needs. I dance the flamenco.
You mean those festive pink birds like I have in my front yard?
No, those are flamingos. I dance the flamenco. You know, with castanets.
That candy you get at the movies?
No, those are Raisinets! Please try to follow me. I clap my hands and stamp my feet a lot.
Yeah, my son used to do that when I wouldn’t buy him a box of castanets.
You seem like a very stupid person, Blog Guy.
Maybe, but I’m not the one who wants to dress like a lawn ornament.
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Above: Flamingos crowd in a restroom at Miami’s Metro Zoo for protection from a hurricane in 1998 file photo.
Right: Models present creations by Lina during a Flamenco Fashion Show on Triana bridge in Seville, July 20, 2009. REUTERS/ Marcelo del Pozo
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Oops. We put pink flamingos in our front yard—and all this time it should have been flamenco dancers. They could have lured the deer away with their raisinets …
Don’t worry, your lawn jockey and garden gnomes should do the trick.
Hmmm…. I have none of these on my lawn. Does that have anything to do with the Goobers I tend to find every morning?
Who is this stupid Lina person? Those dresses, while a little frilly, are almost wearable.
Well, you know those Spaniards. For at least the last 500 years they’ve been into waaay frilly, yet still marginally functional.
Henry!? Call the exterminator! The bathroom is infested with flamingos again!