The Fergusen Decatuplets, hogging the slide.
Looks like Superman is showing off again in his Superskivvies with filthy Superfeet, while the ghost of Charlie Chaplin hovers at the window. Some things even I can’t explain.
Blow it out your Bounce House
“Daddy! Daddy! Were you watching?! I’m a Bunny Poop! Watch me! Watch me, Daddy! I’m gonna be a BIG Bunny Poop! Watch me!”
[Lost the image source after I lost my lunch.]
[Strutts News Services update– Mozilla has recorded over 10 million downloads of FireFox 3.0 in their attempt to break the Guinness World Record of most downloads within a 24 hour period. Lookee here.]
Feral Wombat Avoids Capture After Emerging From the Sub-Cutaneous Protocranial Region of Amy Winehouse’s Head
Pendlemont Turnstile East, England (Strutts News Services)
In an unprecedented feat of unnatural chamomile and a verified act of a genuine changeling, singer Amy Winehouse successfully produced a live wombat from her head, with neither provocation nor warning Thursday, in front of three of her four close friends (two of which didn’t show).
Due to years of self-inflicted mental and physical abuse, Ms. Winehouse came forward and admitted to Senior Reporter Bonnie Phumph (Strutts News Services) that she had indeed succeeded in her ongoing mind-altering experiments.
“It’s only natural that I should produce apparitions like this. I see them all the time, and it’s about time you did, too,” stated the formerly attractive Ms. W.
The unusually coloured black wombat emerged, scratched itself a bit, and wandered off into the hinterlands of the internest; Ms. Winehouse quietly followed and retired for a three-day nap prior to wandering off herself.
All-American Lunch Ladies: Sandwiches, Pastries, Pastries, Chips, Chips, Chips
Back Row: Jennie, Heide, Mary, Jean, Antoinette, Billy, Betty, Virginia, Charlotte, Wilma, Henrietta.
Front Row: Joyce, Ruth, Fay, Connie, and Doris.
These fine women kept the lovely Mrs. Strutts from starving to death in High School. I am forever in their debt.
Black Balled
Nope, it’s not an art project. The video from the LA Times kinda sorta explains it… In any case, 400,000 black balls are saving the planet or something.
[Image from here.]
Vodpod videos no longer available.more about “More about the reservoir balls – and …“, posted with vodpod
[Just a reminder: Tomorrow, 17 June 2008 – Firefox Guinness Book of World Records Download! Pass it on!]
Happy Pappy Day
“So… you want to date my daughter, eh? Okay, but first, you must pass the test.”
You really have no idea what your father’s done on your behalf. Kranggg.
[Image from Happy Pappy’s Golden Age Comics.]
Saturday Matinee – Stuff + 3xSmoke + HRL
“Germany’s Funniest Home Videos?” [Via Phils Phun.]
Politically ignorant animation, but Bunk finds it funny (coupla entirely unnecessary F-bombs, though). [Via Kitty’s Saloon.]
“Smoke Smoke Smoke.” Here’s Tex Williams’ original deal. (Tell me that rap didn’t start in 1947.)
Commander Cody’s 1973 take… Here’s to Dolph for those two.
Commander Cody & the Lost Planet Airmen: Excellent cover of Phil Harris’ “Hot Rod Lincoln.” (Video cuts off that last “Hot-Rod-Lincoln” with the coda. That’s just not right.)
What a slick prank. [Via Bits & Pieces.]
17 June 2008 – Mark your calendars for the Firefox Guinness Book of World Records Download! Pass it on!
TGIF: The .gif Friday Post 35 – Pong, Ping-Pong, & the “eew” factor
Pong of the future.
Analog Pong of the past.
I’m not sure, but I think this has something to do with the Pong of “Brokeback Mountain.”
Yeah, I know. The “eew” factor just kicked in for me, too. Just a few more days of posting on FinPeng’s site, and I’ll be back here full time with less temporary insanity. I’m wiped out.
[GIF’s from somewhere in here, here, and someone who linked to this. I dunno Babs. But I do know this. That costume is, ah, politically correctly called, um, joyous.]
Pretty Awful Album Covers
Actually, I kinda like “Limbo” and “Bongo Date.” Click on the images and collect ’em all.
I don’t remember where I found these, but they didn’t come from MY collection.
[Related posty here. Still blogsitting Finicky Penguin’s Corner if you want a double dose of Bunk.]
[UPDATE: A loyal reader (see comments below) alerted me to another Pretty Awful Album Cover that should be included — last one in the stax o’ wax above. There are way too many PAAC’s to include them all, but here’s another. Thanx, Dolph.]
Babe Magnet: The Spoiler
Well, well, well. What do we have here?
Looks like it’s time for the Dorkville Senior Prom, and someone’s dad brought home some scrap plywood and 1×6 roof sheathing from the jobsite again. He snagged an aerosol can of expansive foam insulation as well. The same someone’s mom scored some water color poster paint from the art supply room at Dorkville Elementary while Mrs. DeFarcas was busy washing the wheat paste off of Bobby Bieber’s face. Who could that someone be?
Trey Johnson. He’s that little s.o.b. from down the street that tried to let air out of your tires and only managed to release a half-pound before his fingernail ripped when you hit him with the garden hose on Halloween night a coupla years back. Now he’s a junior at Dorkville High, and he owns a staple gun. He tried to flatten your spare with it just last week.
Not much I can say that’s not intuitively obvious to the casual observer, except that TJ really screwed up the fit of the trunk and had to replace both rear light assemblies (you can’t chip away that foam insulation without damage) and got no dates for his trouble. Even the Dorkville Cheerleaders laughed at him.
Yet another great Babe Magnet. Pure efficient genius.
[Image from here.]
Tacky Raccoons 