Maybe it's the psychological aftermath of the Jesus-on-a-dog's-butt, but I've been seeing things lately.
Am I the only one who sees an Easter Island statue in the afternoon light?
And walking home with Suzi the other day, I could have sworn this paint-spill looked like an elephant being chased by a shotgun-wielding ivory hunter:
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