My Grandfather and a Sausage

not entirely sure which bit is weird...
the plastic smiles?
the bouffant hair?
or the dismembered body parts holding her tits up?? :eek:

it's the fact that it's 9:30am in the picture, yet seems to be the dead of night; although, the woman lurking in the background - all in pink - looks like the Dead of night.
 
I also have a wonderfully colourful Family history. My great, great, great Grandfather (removed several times)............
Antonio Vivaldi was born in a derelict pastrami factory in Padua, Lombardi on 5th April 1793
His father was an itinerant pig-castrator of small stature, his Mother , a renowned finalist in the Alpine Talk- and – Dance Marathon of 1761, (Winning the Foot – and Mouth medallion in that year), was more famous for her inventions of Mortadella Emetico, a delicacy the main ingredient of which was porcine gonads.
Thus her meeting with Fred Vivaldi on a day trip to Abruzzi was a fortuitous one and the issue from their union was 13 children, three of whom may still be seen at the Universitat d´Dagos in Pamplona, in bottles.
 
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