Holiday Resort Worker Pillows

Bathing-men attend to women on the french coast

'Here you go, kid! A worm.'

Happy Hour

Workaholic's Hoilday Appartment

It's beginning to smell a lot like Christmas

Face Painting.

"Trust me. Don't do it."

S.P.F. 1,000

"Of course, I'm willing to negotiate. . ."

"Forget the palm dearie...I'll read yer race."

"Actually, it wasn't so bad. One minute I was standing in line at the slaughterhouse...The next thing I knew, I was being basted in my own juices..."

"That's the Bronco Whisperer. He'll have that wild stallion broken in a day or two."

"Oh, as long as he needs you, Santa's a great guy. But once things slow down and he wants a little vacation time with Mrs. C., it's 'goodbye North Pole, hello crappy temp job!'"

"Balloon animals $5.00"

'What if I promise not to look?'

"For keyhole turkey carving we use a 12 mm port in each flank and third in the midline."

"Is there anybody there?"

She didn't know when her baby climbed onto the prize pile, but she could never turn her back on the international Carny code of law.

"Too much salt?! Hey, I put a lot of sweat and tears into making that Christmas Pudding!"

Blowing out the Christmas Pudding.

Hit a duck, win a prize.

"You haven't left much room for sun tan lotion"

A electrically-powered man checks tickets on the bumper cars.

'I'm all about quantity.'

What will I do with it? It will never fit in the microwave.

Huge Christmas Pudding

'He's spread...now what?'

'Slow and hurl.'

"How did you reach me? This isn't even a phone."