“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Babs’ uvula.”
“Babs’ uvula who?”
“I dunno, Babs, but but I do know this.
Babs, your uvula is on the fritz.”
[Image from here, with our favorite completely unrelated knock-knock joke in italics from SNL/Chevy Chase a long time ago.]
I feel like this a lot. Okay, sometimes. Alright, rarely do I feel like this, but occasionally I do, and this is exactly what it feels like. Sorta. (Note the mouth mice.) Yeah, sometimes I get mouse mouth, too.
But I get over it. Sorta.
[Image from here.]
THIS:
“The shocking image shows top female tennis players making “slit-eyed” gestures, and was found on the official website of the country’s Spanish Tennis Federation – RFET. The latest group are seen pulling back the skin at their temples to give a slit-eyed look, alongside the caption: “Estamos preparados para China” (we are prepared for China).”
[Top image with asinine caption from here.]
OR THIS:
“Tiananmen Square [1989] This is the picture of a student/man going to work who has just had enough. The days leading up to this event thousands of protesters and innocent by standers were killed by their own government because the Chinese people wanted more rights. He tries to stop the tanks in Tiananmen Square by standing in front of them and climbed on the tank and hitting the hatch and yelling, the tank driver didn’t crush the man with the bags as a group of unknown people came and dragged him away, we still don’t know if the man is alive or dead as the Chinese government executed many of the protesters involved. China is still controlled by a communist regime, but while there are strong willed men like this the country still has hope.”
[Bottom image and caption from here. Heavily sanitized version here.]
Seriously dead predator of the deep in preparation for the New Zealand Calamari Festival.
This Colossal Squid, caught in 2003, has been thawed and is being professionally dissected by The Society of Professional Squid Dissectors (TSPSD). Video is promised by the second link below.
Tentacle clubs with swiveling hooks.
Mid-arm suckers and hook.
Squid Beak.
Prolly capable of cracking macadamia nuts if it wanted to.
[Appropriately enough, the source is Inky Circus; Images and captions in italics from The Museum of New Zealand. Related cephalopod posts here and here. Oh, yeah, and here, too.]
Spike Jones & His City Slickers were amazingly talented but very corny.
Homer & Jethro grew up on corn, and were musically talented as well.
The Smothers Brothers sing “Boil That Cabbage Down” that includes the history of the Trans-Continental Railroad.
Rodney Carrington‘s song about an awful day (and it’s worse than finding pumas in the crevasse).
Red attacks Green who attacks back, while both are under the control of Yellow without knowing it. Kinda like Rock-Paper-Scissors, with Paper in charge.
It’s a lot like politics. Red and Green are Democrats and Republicans, and Yellow stands for what passes for journalism these days.
[UPDATE: Here’s the bunny Necromancer referred to in the comments below.]
Thanks to the always clever, rockin’ and rollin’ Amy Oops for this Prestegious Award. We shall hang it proudly over the mahogany mantle of the Fireplace of Freedom at Tacky Raccoons Corporate Headquarters.
Since the rules of the viral awards require that I nominate others, here are five worthy recipients:
This plague plaque comes with a self-adhesive strip for convenient mounting at the eye level of your choice.
That’s right. What Would Jesus Drive?
According to one source, on 25 September 1990, Kelly Murray drove his ball 684.8 yards on the 30-foot wide airstrip at Fairmont Hot Springs, British Columbia, setting a new world record.
Of course, Jesus could drive as far as He wanted, but would hold back a bit so as not to completely eradicate the game. He plays fair, and it’s not in His temperament to call His Father on the celestial cellphone and say, “Hey Pop! I got a 7:45AM tee-off time. You mind warping space and time for a microsecond?”
On the other hand, He might just skitter one longways across a water hazard, up the bank, around a sand trap and into the hole instead, only to show that it can be done (and to inspire others to keep perfecting their game instead of yelling “F**K!” after each shot).
So what would He drive? I’m guessing 150-175 yards with no wind… but He’d clean up with His putts.
[Image from here.]
Tacky Raccoons 
