


[Found here, here and here. Relatable inflatables here.]
A scene from The Party, a 1968 cult movie starring Peter Sellers.
I’m at a loss. Annoying death metal band lip-synchs to annoying pop band.
Favela means “slum” or “shantytown” in Portuguese. Awesome happens about 0:40 in. More here.
The Fabulous Thunderbirds were (and are) entirely awesome. Great lineup, including Jimmie Vaughan.
Yeah. Wait. That.
Have a great weekend, folks. Might have to go dark next week due to unfortunate family business, but don’t worry. We’ll be back soon enough.

[Found here.]

That’s not Photoshop.
They’re an Indonesian breed, they’re black inside and out (and no, they don’t lay black eggs). You can tell when they’re cooked because you don’t get food poisoning.
That’s a true story.
This is not.
[More info here, and yeah, the title is for click bait only.]
Pretty good rendition of “The Rattlin’ Bog.” It’s a tough song to sing, but I’m partial to the version sung by The Fenians. Saw them sing it live more than once, and Terry Casey never stumbled.
The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats jam it with “Barrels of Whiskey.”
The Rumjacks‘ “An Irish Pub Song” is “a piss take at the explosion of Irish Pubs in Australia and the bastardisation of a culture.”
From the lyrics posted on the Utoobage:
There’s a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub.
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We’ll call it an Irish pub.
You get the idea. On the other hand, my favorite Irish rebel song was a broadside set to music: Nell Flaherty’s Drake. It’s got some of the best snarky curses I’ve ever read. Here’s The Clancy Brothers’ version.
This is kinda fun, too. Good story intro:
“The Night I Punched Russell Crowe.”
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be donning some green tomorrow.

[Found here.]
The above makes no sense without the sound up.
[Tweets from Twitter as if you couldn’t tell, and yes I cheated. Been busy in meatworld.]
[Original image found here. I added the captions. Click on the image for the NSFK punchline.]

Saw a young dove outside our garage late this afternoon. I think it knows how to fly, it just doesn’t seem to see the importance of it yet.
He/she didn’t seem too bothered by my presence, so I went back inside for my camera. Somehow it managed to make an arrangement of river rocks, a plastic colander and a rubber football in an inverted Rubbermaid trash can lid. I decided to take a pic from another angle, and when I downloaded it I found this:
