What do you call a pony with a mild case of laryngitis? ...you call him "noncompliant" since he apparently refused to take his H.H.H. medicine.
V2: a pictorial ode to obsolescence

What do you call a pony with a mild case of laryngitis? ...you call him "noncompliant" since he apparently refused to take his H.H.H. medicine.
HHH stands for Horse Hangover Helper?

"H.H.H. Horse Medicine was patented in 1867 by Daniel Dodge Tomlinson as Horseman’s Hope Horse Medicine. Tomlinson was located in the San Jose / Stockton, California area and was in the patent medicine industry (other advertised medicines include Celebrated Indian Pain Extractor). Manufacturing and distribution of HHH began the following year in 1868, and Tomlinson had his initials and first year of production embossed on the sides of the bottles from that time forward (D.D.T – 1868). The medicine was made of 52% alcohol, camphor oil, wintergreen, cedarwood, camphor soap and ammonia."
"By the 1870s sales of the bottle were picking up and distribution extended throughout the West Coast. An 1877 ad placed in the Vancouver, Washington newspaper Vancouver Independent claims the medicine “is gaining a wide spread notoriety. Testimonials from all parts of the coast show it to be a companion in every family. It quickly removes Wind Galls, Spavins, Calions, Lumps, Sweeny, and all blemishes of the horse, while the family finds it indespensible for Sprains, Bruises, Aches, Pains, and wherever a good liniment is required.” As the ad suggests, the medicine was not strictly for horses and was often advertised as an external liniment for man."
Source: http://www.discoverunderground.com/discoveries/hhh-horse-medicine/

I knew H.H.H. would work for scalions and Sweeny, of course ... everybody knows that. But now I know I can use it for calions and curbs and lumps, too. Great news -- Thanks, Panda!
Which ingredient do you think is the real key to its effeciveness? I'll bet it's the ammonia.

I want my Sweeny removed!
Have you thought this through? The operation is pretty expensive and risky, and lot of men say later they regret it. Even if you hardly ever use it, there may be times you'll want to, and artificial Sweenies, apparently, just aren't like the real thing. On the other hand, it sounds like yours has been giving you a lot of trouble and hasn't responded to the H.H.H. Horse Medicine. So if you're absolutely sure you want it removed, and you need a discount Sweenyectomy, I know a guy....

What can you get if you mix a telephone and a camera?
Of course not a phone that can take pictures, don´t be ridiculous... you get a camera with a dial, of course!
This is the camera that is like no other...
because no other camera would like to look alike
Some pics and technical info: http://camerapedia.wikia.com/wiki/Canon_Dial_35

Oh, kids these days!
Watch the guy all in white who just dances around!!! Weird arm motions. Maybe he's having a siezure?! Someone should stick something in his mouth just in case.

That's one modern looking camera Panda! I predict someday they will make phones that can take pictures. I know I'm a dreamer!

I have a whole rack of those things that I'm constantly told to throw out.
Who's telling you that? Clearly not a person of sophistication who appreciates antiques and understands their value. As for me, I certainly don't ever intend to throw out those boxes of VCR tapes on which I recorded all those seasons of sitcoms, like "Dream On," back in the '90's .. so don't even bother to suggest it. No telling how soon I might find a VCR player at a yard sale ...

Here it is:
"They're old, dirty and you never listen to them!" Blablabla...J
Do you know what I would say to that?! I'd say this: "Well then, all right. Just go ahead and (muffled sob) throw them out. If doing such a thing means so very much to you that you're willing to shatter the fading dreams of a sweet little old lady who still has hopes of someday reliving a few simple pleasures that are among her most precious memories of yesteryear ..... well ... (ragged intake of a deep breath, ending in a long, shuddering sigh)... well, in that case, who am I to stop you? I'll just sit out here on the porch for awhile...."
(Give that a shot. Let me know how it goes.)
Are they pierced?
The nipples, that is, not the eyes.