[Found here.]
Archive for May, 2011
On bonobos and other stuff.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
The neighborhood kids are never around when the car needs washing. It’s not like I didn’t pay them last time.
Each got a dollar, a beer, and a pack of smokes to split. What more do two 12-year-old boys want? Their parents were pissed for some reason, so I promised that I’d never offer alcohol in payment again. I mean, come on. It’s not like I gave them copies of National Geographic with pictures of naked female bonobos for them to fantasize about in the wee hours of the morning.
I get really tired of all the unwritten PC stuff these days; I never know who I might unintentionally offend.
[Image found here]
Memorial Day
Monday, 30 May 2011
And On This Day Awesome Happened.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
[Found here.]
Saturday Matinee Roadtrip – Talking Heads, Beat Farmers, Steve Earle, Bruce Springsteen, Robert Mitchum & the Winter Bros.
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Talking Heads‘ “Road to Nowhere.”
Beat Farmers‘ “Road to Ruin.” These guys were a great bar band.
Steve Earle‘s “Copperhead Road.”
Bruce Stringbean & the E Street Band‘s “Thunder Road,” in 1976.
Roger Mitchum‘s “Ballad of Thunder Road.”
Johnny & Edgar Winter, 2007, with Dylan’s classic “Highway 61 Revisited.”
The cooler’s full, the car’s gassed up, and we’re outta here. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you at the first rest stop after sunup.
The .Gif Friday Post No.177 – Cuckoo Catbox, Laundramat & Flipper
Friday, 27 May 2011
3 Dog Nose
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Look like the Devildogs of the Apocalypse to me, or maybe demon owls. Y’all are on yer own with this one.
[Found here.]
Goat Head Jesus Lives
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
No clue here. He’s obviously selling something out of the back of the truck, but I’m not sure I really want to know.
[Found here.]
After The Rapture
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
All I can think of is “that poor damned dog.” Of course, it could be that The Day of Rapture is different for canines, and one day there will be a leash laying on the ground beside a collar while its owner stands there dumbfounded.
[Tip o' the Tarboosh to CR for the image.]
