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Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid.


Kissing the camels at ZooDoo. April, 2010.

Guess what? Theme Thursday, that's what! Today we're talking PINK and I've got a photo of a camel.

Because that's how I roll.

This camel didn't spit on us, but if it did I would imagine it to be green or yellow, rather than PINK.

To the best of my knowledge, famous pop sensation PINK has thus far refused to record a song about camels. What's up with that, edgy songstress? Maybe llamas are more her line of work.

This coming Sunday will be Mother's Day, which means we're all lining up for the annual Mother's Day Classic, which will mean that we'll no doubt come away with a bundle of PINK goodies. Maybe we could hire a camel and win the bugger this year!

Yeah, PINK, that's it.

Comments

Betty said…
You can make that camel any colour you like.
I still wouldn't kiss it. Just look at those whiskers!
Brian Miller said…
i need to find a camel salesman fast if it will be here by sunday...

happy tt!
Cheryl said…
I love creative license. This shot is terrific. Happy TT.
moondustwriter said…
Charming camel. I don't think I could kiss it either unless it brought me through a storm on the Sahara

Nice TT

Moondustwriter
cute!
a unique take on pink!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/06/theme-thursday-think-pink-thoughts/

mine is here.
thanks for the input or feedback!
Julie said…
Got a tissue to wipe that gunk from her eye, otherwise it will degenerate into pink-eye.
PattiKen said…
Those are some great lips! And you just know that they are definitely pink on the inside. Very cute post.

My post for Pink, close to my heart, is up here.
Dreamhaven said…
They do have some of the most beautiful eyelashes, though. Happy Mother's Day
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. I put in more effort this week.

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