AusDLK
Famous Photographer
I circulated this M9 picture as my PAW this week. I made up my own story about what it is about.
Turns out another RFF member came up with two or three. He suggested having a party of viewers where each could tell the story they made up. (Thanks, John.)
Why not a virtual party? Don't read other people stories until you write your own.
So, what is going on in this picture?
Turns out another RFF member came up with two or three. He suggested having a party of viewers where each could tell the story they made up. (Thanks, John.)
Why not a virtual party? Don't read other people stories until you write your own.
So, what is going on in this picture?
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fraley
Beware of Claws
The women are sisters. They worked many years to save enough money to buy this store where they sell t-shirts. The man is married to the women smoking a cigarette. He came to pick her up and they are going to a movie. Her sister is saying 'Why are you leaving me here at work? I want to see the movie too!'
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John Huntsberger
Newbie
Ni hao. Sellin' anything?
Ni hao. Sellin' anything?
The gal with the cigarette is taking a break and walking to her friend's store to ask her how sales are going. She learns nothing is happening although some old guy is looking at our signs for sale. Think he wants one?
Naw, he's just taken aback with the '**** You' sign and can't figure out why you have it in your store.
The guy walks by these two middle-aged Chinese women, sees the sign, and wonders which one of them might!!!!
The gal in the store sees the guy looking at the sign and thinks, "Hell, he won't buy anything, he looks like a dishwasher with that rag in his belt".
The one smoking is thinking, "This is a helluva day for a festival".
Ni hao. Sellin' anything?
The gal with the cigarette is taking a break and walking to her friend's store to ask her how sales are going. She learns nothing is happening although some old guy is looking at our signs for sale. Think he wants one?
Naw, he's just taken aback with the '**** You' sign and can't figure out why you have it in your store.
The guy walks by these two middle-aged Chinese women, sees the sign, and wonders which one of them might!!!!
The gal in the store sees the guy looking at the sign and thinks, "Hell, he won't buy anything, he looks like a dishwasher with that rag in his belt".
The one smoking is thinking, "This is a helluva day for a festival".
nikon_sam
Shooter of Film...
The two women are neighbors, they both own stores on this block...They share the slow times talking...
The man really doesn't belong here...he's just passing by on his way to the corner store...picking up a pack of cigarettes and a soda...the shirts have caught his eye but he's a bit hesitant to ask, not wanting to interupt the two women...
They ignore him...he moves along..."Gotta get some smokes..."
The man really doesn't belong here...he's just passing by on his way to the corner store...picking up a pack of cigarettes and a soda...the shirts have caught his eye but he's a bit hesitant to ask, not wanting to interupt the two women...
They ignore him...he moves along..."Gotta get some smokes..."
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Al Kaplan
Veteran
The woman taking a toke is thinking what a dumb law that you have to go outside to smoke a cigarette. The dude in front is thinking that if she was smoking weed she might just show him the meaning of the words on the T-shirt. The other woman is wishing that quitting time would hurry up and get here so she could go get a beer with her girlfriend. Who the hell needs men?
Ducky
Well-known
The woman in the store is telling the other woman to go smoke someplace else she's stinking up the merchandise. The dude is trying to connect Texas with the rest of the T shirt which does not make sense to him.
robklurfield
eclipse
this is a brilliant thread idea. I'll have to give this thought and contribute a story. I love this.
Rayt
Nonplayer Character
These two Vietnamese women used to be shrimp fishermen from Port Arthur. Katrina wrecked the industry in both the supply and demand side and since there ain't no mo' shrimps in them parts they decided to move to Austin. They decided to open up a cheap clothing store in the only part of town where the men don't dress like cowboys. Giddy up and squeal like a pig they would say. To be continued...
antiquark
Derek Ross
Lady A: How many f--k yall shirts you sell today?
Lady B: F--k all.
Lady A: Yeah, how many f--k yall?
Lady B: F--k all!
Lady A: You don't wanna answer me, fine.
(long silence)
Man: 'scuse me miss, what's it cost fer a f--k yall?
Lady B: I'm no hooker! Get lost, drunk, or I'll get my husband!
Man: Sorry. Forget it. (looking around). I see you're selling "chit" shirts.
Lady B: what you saying about my merchandise?
Man: That shirt there... it has "chit" written all over it!
Lady B: That's it, if you're not buying anything, get lost.
Man: hey, no problem. For ten dollars, can I take a "chit" and getta f--k yall?
Lady B: (calling) Oh hubbyyyy, there's another drunk in the store...
Lady B: F--k all.
Lady A: Yeah, how many f--k yall?
Lady B: F--k all!
Lady A: You don't wanna answer me, fine.
(long silence)
Man: 'scuse me miss, what's it cost fer a f--k yall?
Lady B: I'm no hooker! Get lost, drunk, or I'll get my husband!
Man: Sorry. Forget it. (looking around). I see you're selling "chit" shirts.
Lady B: what you saying about my merchandise?
Man: That shirt there... it has "chit" written all over it!
Lady B: That's it, if you're not buying anything, get lost.
Man: hey, no problem. For ten dollars, can I take a "chit" and getta f--k yall?
Lady B: (calling) Oh hubbyyyy, there's another drunk in the store...
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kitaanat
kitaanat
The smoking woman was collecting monthly rental fee from the shop but due to the economic recession the shop owner could not have enough money for this month and the smoking woman threatened the shop owner whose start to get angry. The man was ordered by the smoking woman to close down the shop. The man was finding the way to bring the sign down.
The shirt in the middle of two women is quite cool that they add the story to the picture.
The shirt in the middle of two women is quite cool that they add the story to the picture.
robklurfield
eclipse
I can't wipe the smile off my face after reading this version of events. Very funny.
robklurfield
eclipse
The name of the store is F_ y'all. Those tee shirts are their signature item. In Austin these sell like hotcakes.
Our unshaven friend has just emerged from the tattoo parlor next door where he has had the store's name, "F_ Y'All" inked onto his left forearm. Looking up at the tee shirt store's sign, he realizes, unfortunately, that the tattoo artist and he should not have shared quite so many Lone Star brews during the inking session, as the tattoo is misspelled: "FCUK ALLY."
He indeed is married to one of the two sisters, who together do own the store. Hence, his decision to have the store name permanently memorialized on his arm. He is an unemployer PHOTO JOURNALIST. His missus is the one on our right. He has been having an affair with the smoker. His wife is onto them.
This being Texas, everyone is packing heat. Shortly after Dave shot this image, Mrs. F_ Y'All shoots Mr. Misspelled tattoo. This being Texas, she gets off with a misdemeanor conviction for discharging a concealed firearm within Austin City limits on a Sunday before noon (the penalty for discharging an UNconcealed weapon is far worse). She eventually marries the tattoo artist. It doesn't work out, as he, too, has an affair with the smoking enchantress sister. Mrs. F_ pops him with her colt, too. He survives. Goes on to host a daytime talk show, a la Jerry Springer.
The cheating sister moves back to Shanghai, where she opens a successful chain of ultra-high-end tee shirt stores where the F_ Y'all logo shirts sell for $200 each to newly-rich Chinese capitalists. The brand becomes the next Gucci, making the home wrecker quite wealthy. She retires to the Cote d'Azur. She breaks up Nicolas Sarkozy and Carla Bruni. Sarkozy marries her. Carla Bruni shoots Sarkozy; doesn't kill him, but does hit a nerve that leaves his eyebrows paralyzingly arched in a constant state of surprise, rendering him unable to continue serving. Bruni pleads insanity. Home wrecker succeeds her husband as the President of France. She dumps Sarkozy and marries Carla Bruni in a televised ceremony at Versailles, the biggest public wedding since Prince Charles and Diana Spencer.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Colt 45, having killed one hubby and wounded another, decides to get out of Dodge, um, not Dodge, um, Austin. She joins a traveling rodeo. Establishing a rather larging following on the rodeo circuit as the modern-day incarnation of Annie Oakley, she becomes a popular public figure. Leveraging her fame, she goes on to run and win election as the Governor of Texas in 2014. In her first offical act, she signs legislation banning all handguns in Texas. She marries Sarkozy, who has relocated to Austin where he owns a western outfitter store across from the state capital named Bonjour, Pardner!
Everyone lives happily ever after.
Our unshaven friend has just emerged from the tattoo parlor next door where he has had the store's name, "F_ Y'All" inked onto his left forearm. Looking up at the tee shirt store's sign, he realizes, unfortunately, that the tattoo artist and he should not have shared quite so many Lone Star brews during the inking session, as the tattoo is misspelled: "FCUK ALLY."
He indeed is married to one of the two sisters, who together do own the store. Hence, his decision to have the store name permanently memorialized on his arm. He is an unemployer PHOTO JOURNALIST. His missus is the one on our right. He has been having an affair with the smoker. His wife is onto them.
This being Texas, everyone is packing heat. Shortly after Dave shot this image, Mrs. F_ Y'All shoots Mr. Misspelled tattoo. This being Texas, she gets off with a misdemeanor conviction for discharging a concealed firearm within Austin City limits on a Sunday before noon (the penalty for discharging an UNconcealed weapon is far worse). She eventually marries the tattoo artist. It doesn't work out, as he, too, has an affair with the smoking enchantress sister. Mrs. F_ pops him with her colt, too. He survives. Goes on to host a daytime talk show, a la Jerry Springer.
The cheating sister moves back to Shanghai, where she opens a successful chain of ultra-high-end tee shirt stores where the F_ Y'all logo shirts sell for $200 each to newly-rich Chinese capitalists. The brand becomes the next Gucci, making the home wrecker quite wealthy. She retires to the Cote d'Azur. She breaks up Nicolas Sarkozy and Carla Bruni. Sarkozy marries her. Carla Bruni shoots Sarkozy; doesn't kill him, but does hit a nerve that leaves his eyebrows paralyzingly arched in a constant state of surprise, rendering him unable to continue serving. Bruni pleads insanity. Home wrecker succeeds her husband as the President of France. She dumps Sarkozy and marries Carla Bruni in a televised ceremony at Versailles, the biggest public wedding since Prince Charles and Diana Spencer.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Colt 45, having killed one hubby and wounded another, decides to get out of Dodge, um, not Dodge, um, Austin. She joins a traveling rodeo. Establishing a rather larging following on the rodeo circuit as the modern-day incarnation of Annie Oakley, she becomes a popular public figure. Leveraging her fame, she goes on to run and win election as the Governor of Texas in 2014. In her first offical act, she signs legislation banning all handguns in Texas. She marries Sarkozy, who has relocated to Austin where he owns a western outfitter store across from the state capital named Bonjour, Pardner!
Everyone lives happily ever after.
