A big, resounding HAH

I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
hoping for a frigid air
to come passing by...

Some people claim I am bright but this is evidence of my overwhelming cluelessness: I actually thought it was Frigidaire. I didn't just mishear it, I thought it was intentionally written that way. (Heck, if I was a legionnaire stuck in the desert with a broken-down camel, I'd fantasize about a Frigidaire coming my way.) Well, at least I got a good drawing out of it.

YESTERDAY'S SKETCHBOOK
Page One - Bus people, hands, and a frolicking fridge (a staple of the previous night's life drawing session) in anticipation of the next page's drawing
Page Two - The rough version of the shaded drawing above, as well as Blouse accepting his scubbo (all tight and pretty now), my hand, and trying to figure out how Billy Liar can have his hands in his pockets and his knickers down and be staring at the neighbour's.*

For the last... ooh, I dunno, ten years or so, every time I'd travel through the floodplain of the Jordan River (not that Jordan River) and see the houses going up there, my family's car would resound with 'ARGH! Don't build in a floodplain! What are you people, stupid?' Well. I guess so, because basements are being flooded now.** Cue Nelson (not that Nelson): Haa haa!

"We have gone to the city to say 'what can you do to help us?' They said to us 'you shouldn't have built on the river.' We say then, 'why did you give us permits?'"
South Jordan replied, 'Well, we wanted the money and ... y'know ... it seemed like a laugh.' South Jordan then chuckled sheepishly.

*That apostrophe belongs there.
**This article is ... wow. I think whoever wrote it was on the staff of my high school newspaper.

1:07 pm
None of the stores within walking distance of work has Castaways and Cutouts. [goes crying to Amazon]