“Rocks” by Das Rad (The Wheels).
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Rocks, and Rolls by God, with wheels.
Put ’em together and watcha got?
Rock N Roll with Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels, as if you hadda ask.
[LATE UPDATE BONUS: CLASSIC TIRE ROLL.]
“Crispness is clumping, the geezer’s got a flat; Won chew fleas butter Penny Inn anode man sat.”
The chicken is not a real chicken. It’s a rubber chicken. It’s not even a live rubber chicken. And that’s not a real ninja either, but it’s obvious that the rubber chicken didn’t know what it was messing with when it attacked without warning. Did the rubber chicken deserve this brutal treatment? (Watch this and decide for yourself.)
Apparently there are a handful of folks who are offended by too many things, who are all humpy about this dopiness. I love it. And I love that those folks are all humpy about it, too.
Now if that were my son (the one on the left, I mean) I’d get all humpy about that ridiculous outfit, smack him on the temporal lobes, cut off his driving privileges and ask him what he was thinking.
[Images and story from here.]
The street had eroded and the parking meter rusted away years ago when Big Momma stepped in to finish the job.
Um, ah, you know, sometimes the words just don’t come easy when trying to describe something like Mr. Lung Face Person Cushion. Repulsive and attractive at the same time, and when you tickle him, he coughs.
Or maybe it’s Ms. Pink Apple-Shaped Windshield Face Person who just came into contact with a bloodless blue leaping newt at 50mph, and they both turned into a collectible plush toy.
But it could also be a comfy sanitary example of incomplete twinning en utero.
Oooh! Wait! It’s Cherchez “Churchy” LaFemme from Walt Kelly’s POGO looking at himself in a mirror!
I dunno, Babs, but I do know this. Someone thought this up, someone designed it, someone picked the colors and fabric, someone sewed it together, someone marketed it, and some folks are buying it, for someone else, for some unknown reason.
Some mysteries should just be left unsolved.
[Image from Chiquiworld.]
StarWars emesis. And all this time I thought R2D2 only craps pepper in my salad.
[Image from here. Oh yeah, speaking of emesis, Diesel’s still hawking his book at MattressPolice if you’re looking for a last minute Christmas gift. He promises to deliver it in person if you order by midnight tonight. Otherwise, you can read it free on his website. Go figger.]
Here’s the original English version of “Poor Hamster.”
Pleasant harmonies with a good plot and a twisted father with a lot of video editing time makes this a must see. Bunk has been out of the loop on this one, but gives it 5 stars. (2 stars go to the cloying animated version.)
A related song immediately comes to mind. Here’s Marty!
I don’t know how Marty Robbins pulled this one off, but here’s the MTV clip of his hit “El Paso” from 1959. The late Imogene Coca appears in a cameo as “Bellina.”
And speaking of Ike Turner, he passed on to Rock N Roll Heaven this past week.
Ike and his Kings of Rhythm recorded what’s regarded as the first Rock N Roll hit in 1951 with “Rocket 88.” Regardless of what you think of him, Ike & Tina Turner’s Rhythm & Blues Review was also very influential, but without the Ikettes, and especially Tina, he’d have been left as a footnote in the Cobra Records archives. (Ike’s in the gray Nehru jacket in the middle, but who’s that white guy on rhythm guitar? Steve Cropper?)
This is the best version of James Brown‘s “Please Please Please” that I’ve ever heard. Tina was amazing when Janis Joplin was still taking notes.
[“Poor Hamster” English version from here. Marty Robbins’ pic from here. His video is from the UToobage. Ike & Tina from here.]
Just imagine… You have a holiday get together with your neighbors (the ones you actually talk to, not the one that has that strange odor coming from his house, or the ones with the 45-year-old son who never left home and lays face-down on the lawn across the street when you go to get the mail, or the one with three hearses in the driveway.)
A nice holiday gathering. A Hawai’ian theme complete with the apostrophe. Huge yellowfin and shark steaks are on the grille, and YOU bring out the salt. Not just any salt. Alaea Hawai’ian Sea Salt.
All your invited neighbors are visibly impressed with your obviously refined taste and culture.
Except for me, you dork. You bought into this? But I won’t tell it to your face. I’ll just smile and compliment you on your obviously refined taste and culture. Then I’ll make an innocuous comment about global warming and how OUR household is stopping it by changing the incandescent lightbulb outside our front door to a fluorescent lamp.
But tomorrow, I’ll have a good laugh with the 45-year-old neighbor’s son while we lay face down in the grass in front of the house with the three hearses next to the one that smells funny, and we’ll watch you get your mail and change your lightbulbs.
[Don’t creep out, it’s all in fun. “Salt-of-the-Month-Club” is available in limited quantities from The Onion. Looks like a great gift idea to me. I’d host the block party if I got it, fer shure (hint hint hint). —Bunk]
Tacky Raccoons 