Bricks remain bipartisan, because they fit both ways.
“Good golly, Uncle Tree! This red stuff is the bomb!”
Here she comes now making a beeline for the feeder.
“Sweet uncle, hate to tell you, but my lifeline has a leak!”
No worries, young lady, we won’t let the well go dry.
“Can you see me now, Uncle Tree? I’m chiming in.”
Careful now, Ruby. You can only drink so much in one setting.
I’ll leave when I’m darn well ready, dear uncle.
10 seconds tops. I got this hankering.
Sit still and take pictures.
Make me famous.
“Oh, my Sweet Lord! Can you help me straighten things out here?”
“My dear sweet petunia dear…WoWzer, how I loveth thee!”
“Looketh not at my shadow. I’m not Batman for God’s sake!”
“My one true love…quickly! Where did you hide my Viagra?”
“Turneth down the lights, my dear, please. Spare me the magnanimity.”
“Buzz is the word fornication wishes it was.”
Photographs by Uncle Tree