http://dalewisely.posterous.com/oh-dont-pretend-this-has-never-happened-to-yo
Every-frickin’-day o’ my life.
Hmm … I see no image. Just the word “Image”, and Access Denied if I go directly to the png link. Just me? 
nah. me too.
tantalizingly out of reach.
When we link other people’s images into these threads it puts an extra load on their host servers with no benefit to the image owners (often commercial sites). So many of them are getting clever at recognizing image links and blocking them. If you are going to link images that don’t belong to you into a thread here on Drips & Sniffles, it is well worth your time to do a Preview just to see if the link will still work.
djm
Yep, hot-linking of images is one of our dirty little secrets. 
But in this case, the link is to Dale’s own Posterous.com file-sharing account, so the problem is something specific to the link.
sez Dale ain’t got no style sheet doesn’t it!
Dang. This is the first time I’ve had this problem with Posterous.
http://dalewisely.posterous.com/oh-dont-pretend-this-has-never-happened-to-yo
really. I cant step out my door without bashing a zombierazzi in the puss.
I’m gettin sooo sick of it.
That was well worth waiting for! 
A Method Actor…Mmmm.
Slan,
D. 
First the Twinkie Defense. Now the Zombie Defense. I could never cop to the former 'cause I can’t stand Twinkies. But the Zombie Defense: yeah, baby. “Your Honor, I didn’t pull over after running the red light because I thought the flashing car behind me was zombies.”
There’s something ineffably pleasing in that.
“Quite understandably.”
Will Smith should never have given his eyes to Woody Harrellson.
I’m watching that movie right now. Next thing you’ll be telling me he’s going to kill himself with that jellyfish.
I’m sorry. I get enough zombie content in real life.
While visiting a historic Vanderbilt estate: You know what would make this place interesting? Zombies.
While touring a prospective college campus: I feel like there should be zombies falling out of those dorm windows.
I can very well, under these circumstances, imagine that I might punch a paparazzo for just that reason.
It’s preposterous that anyone needs a reason to punch a papparazzo other than the fact that they are a papparazzo. 
They should be open season, like Helots.
I’m fairly sure both my kids are zombies… 
It’s easter morning…none of my kids are. But I think I very well might be… 
And no, I really would prefer that no one punch me in the nose right now, thank you very much.
If your children could be the original zombies, the simple minded voodoo induced house servants, that would rock. At least on cleaning day.
Remember folks. . . keed spills. . . errr. . . skeed pills. . . er. . . speek dills. . . oh forget it, just say no.