Since I didn’t start What Doesn’t Belong? Week until Tuesday, I figure I owe the good citizens of Mitchieville one last picture. Surprisingly, this one last picture looks like the rest of the pictures I posted this week. But it’s not the same. It is not the same at all. It’s not even close. A world of difference.

The first thing I noticed about this picture was the chick on the far right who’s digging her bony elbow into the hunchback brunette in the second row, well, the bony elbow girl is wearing a Canadian Tuxedo™ – jean pants and jean jacket, and most likely a shirt purchased from Levis Strauss. It’s just an observation, and another chance to use the phrase *Canadian Tuxedo*. It has nothing to do with the thread of this post.

Usually when you see a picture of a gaggle of girls, there are at least a few pretty ones in said gaggle. Not in this picture. These kids must be on some sort of retreat. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re at Camp Couchaminga, celebrating that they are all survivors of fetal alcohol syndrome. The retreat gives them a chance to talk to councillors, and other kids who survived being born to a mother with a drinkie drinkie problem. Well The Mayor thinks that’s just super. You go girls. Just because momma was a slug doesn’t mean you have to be a slug. Sure, you’ll never be as happy or popular as the pretty girls, but you have something they never will - a built in excuse for future failure. And that’s got to be worth something.

I do believe this post was in poor taste and will no doubt cost Mitchieville over 6% of its regular readers.

Oh, right, What Doesn’t Belong?

It’s really hard for me to believe, but only Allan W Jannsen from Blogs Canada (if you have a blog, you should invest the 30 seconds and sign up) was able to identify the obvious from yesterday’s What Doesn’t Belong? post. Most of you folks weren’t even close. It’s as if you were willfully blinded. But that’s why we have second and third chances in Mitchieville. That’s why occasionally I’ll look straight past your dumbness and let you have a do-over. I’m pretty gracious like that. I should get a medal.

Today’s What Doesn’t Belong? is a little harder. I’ll admit it isn’t so obvious (I’m still shaking my head over yesterday’s post). I’m pretty sure this one will trick most if not all of you. Let’s put it this way – if you don’t really look at the picture hard, if you don’t study the minute details of it, chances are you are not going to figure it out. Why do I feel as if I’m shoveling sand against the tide?

Good luck and good hunting, my fellow Mitchievillians.

Everyone did so well at yesterdays What Doesn’t Belong? that I decided to bring you another picture in a similar vein.

Andy was good enough to send this along to The Mayor (that’s a link to a beautiful post he has up today), and reminded me this was one of the pictures he used during his most-excellent “Can You Spot The Canadian?” post.

Since I don’t see anyone in a jean jacket and a pair of Wranglers, I pretty much give up guessing. Perhaps you’ll have better luck. Point out what doesn’t belong here, show The Mayor your astute powers of observation. Make me proud.

It’s not exactly as hard as a Where’s Waldo? picture, but humour The Mayor and play along anyways.

Now I know there are a few things here that don’t belong. Possibly 7 things that don’t belong. But I’m looking for one specific thing.

It should be as obvious as the polka dots on your bikini. And no, that wasn’t a hint. Then again it might not NOT be not a hint. Ya, try to work that last sentence out.

Good luck, and may your retinas heal.

Halloween is quickly approaching, and this picture is probably one of the better examples of how not  to pick out a costume for All Hallows Eve. For instance, if you are going to a Halloween party with three skinny sex kittens, dressing up as Garbage Bag Zombie is not a good choice. Oh well, at least we can tell which girl is the trashiest, and as usual, it’s the girl that is the most undesirable. I suppose the silver lining to all this is that it’s guaranteed Garbage Bag Zombie has a fridge full of food.

You’re probably thinking it’s that redheaded girl in the back row, but that’s not where I was going with this.

With all that pointing going on, it reminds me of a bad joke I’ve seen before where a person or persons point up to the sky and people walking by look up, as that is human nature. The people look up but there is nothing there and the pointers laugh, as somehow this is suppose to be funny. This may very well be what’s happening in this picture, and if it is, I’d just like the cheerleaders, or whatever these girls are, to know that the joke is on them, as I have no inkling to look up to where they are pointing, but rather my eyes are firmly planted right on their tits. Except for the creature on the bottom row, third from the left. Wait, they are 16, right?

Excuse me Vicar, can I borrow a quart of holy water, I think I may have found Satan? This was a real toss up for me, I wasn’t sure whether to file this under What Doesn’t Belong, or What the Hell Am I? Is adopting albino children a big thing in Latin America, because I can’t see for the life of me why this kid is hanging around the grotto? Do albinos ward off the chupacabra or something? And as for the larger boy in the picture: the first rule when having your picture taken is to wear both shoes. Especially when one of your toes is only a nub. That’s pretty much it, I’m kind of speechless now.

If you’re thinking that it’s the girl with the sunglasses on her head, you may as well put your collectors edition of Beaches into your DVD player, but not before you water your room full of lovely ferns, pour yourself a nice wine spritzer and snuggle up with your cuddly wuddly 400 stitch afghan, while basking in your life full of loneliness, cuz pal, you aint right.