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?