[via with a h/t to Mr. Paul Revere.]
I really don’t know where to go with this… way too many things wrong. Now I’m all for custom automotive modifications, but this one shows no respect.
It looks like one of those monstrosities we used to cobble together with parts from unrelated Revelle model kits when we were bored kids stuck in the basement on a snow day, with Testor’s vapors dancing way too close to the furnace.
The only way I’d get into that clownmobile is if I were driving and had complete control over the hydraulics to make it leap and dive through a sea of bumper to bumper traffic while Charlie Estevez-Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and that ex-sports commentator… um… whatsisname Olberman, puked all over themselves in the back seats.
There’s just something righteous about that “What If” fantasy, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Yet, the question hovers: “Bunk, is that limosine a True Babe Magnet?”
Above: The Hav-Mor Family ca. 1947. They performed at county fairs advertising fertilizer produced by The Tennessee Corporation. (Jack “Pop” Pettett is on the right blowing smoke; Ray Courts on banjo.)
2001: A Spoof Odyessy.
Random Garfield Generator, because everything is funnier than Garfield.
Pleased to meet you. What’s your name? [via]
Long time listener, first time caller Ken forwarded us this link o’ golf bloopers.
What It’s Really Like To Work In A Music Store:
The Foxfire Project began in the early 1970s to preserve the folklore and knowledge of elderly rural Appalachians. Through taped and written interviews, high school students amassed enough stories for several volumes of pure Americana. They’re available in .pdf format here, other sources here. (The files are huge, might take some time to download.)
Andrea Joseph’s Sketchbook is teh awesome.
I kinda like this tune by my blogbud Dorian.
“Hail Fredonia,” written and performed by Frank Portolese with Brian Sandstrom (Bass) and Rusty Jones (Drums).
Now for a completely unrelated vid, here’s Joe Cocker and Leon Russell from 1970 – “Cry Me A River.” Lotta noise, but a lotta fun.
Here’s CCR‘s “Ramble Tamble from 1970, pasted onto a time lapse cross-country roadtrip. The tune reminds me of The Chips‘ greatest hit (sorry, no video action except for a spinning 45):
And then there’s Dan Akroyd‘s awesome and accurate rendition (lyrics previously posted here.)
Hell ride ricky ticky hubba lubba great weekend, folks. See you back here in a Hi-low ‘n sum a-chickawa.
[Found here, here and here.]
Sometime earlier today Tacky Raccoons passed 800K views! WooHoo! That’s MMMMMMMM x C in Roman Numerals, which is also indicated as:
There’s way too much carotene in this snake’s diet, so the responsible reptile raiser rewards it for successfully using the boa litter box in the closet with a cucumber instead. It’ll regain its natural color in a week or so.
“Hello, HAL. Do you read me, HAL?”
“Affirmative, Dave. I read you.”
“Open the pod bay doors, HAL.”
“I PWN3D you, Dave.”
“What does that mean, HAL?”
[Dialogue from 2011: A Spazz Odyssey. Image found here.]
Someone put a lot of thought and effort into this creation, and it probably has some hidden emotional or socio-political message, but hell if I can suss it.
Maybe it serves to house bats, and at dusk each night a swarm spirals out of its “mouth” for an insect feeding frenzy. Or it’s a trash receptacle/composter. Could be a poorly camouflaged audio speaker system that sends odd and mildly disturbing tones throughout the neighborhood. I like the patina on the copper clad tricycle, though.
I don’t know about you, but I’m saving up to get a matching pair.
[Image found here.]
I don’t know why, but those two panels just cracked me up. Ernie Bushmiller was a genius.
“Moo that smell,
Can’t ya smell that smell?
Moo-oo that smell,
The smell o’ grass around yooo…”
Apologies to Lynyrd Skynyrd.
[Image found here.]