Too bad there’s not a video of what happened to the pelican’t shortly after the ass end of the ass realizes there’s an ass-biter on his tail, because there’s gonna be some serious ass-kicking any minute now.
Category: Bird Stuff
The .Gif Friday Post No. 143 – Leafbird, Headshot, Cat Jacuzzi
Blown Away
Don’t read too much into it, I just liked the colors. The duckie survived, unharmed, except for a couple of piercings.
[Image found in here.]
Colonel-San
There are waaaaay too many things wrong here. The polkadot yukata for example. Did the Colonel ever serve watermelon in the Kentucky Fried Chicken franchises? Not in my memory. But to tell the truth, I’m ticked that KFC doesn’t deliver their buckets o’ artery-clogging flavor to my house anymore. I can only take so much pizza.
[Found here.]
Bertha Dlugi’s Contribution to the World
Bertha Dlugi’s invention, patented in 1959, was intended for parakeets and other birds that are allowed to fly freely about the house. “It is … a general object of the present invention to provide a garment to be worn by birds for receiving their excremental discharge to prevent it from being deposited on household furnishings when the bird is at liberty in the home and thereby avoid the consequent unsanitary condition.”
Saturday Matinee – Hatebird, Deathkitty, Spadina Bus, Magic Bus & the BorgMobile
HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE
[Found here, crossposted here.]
Metro found this oddity. Reminded me of Karma Ghost, now on the Utoobage.
Spadina Bus: Great find by Gabriel, who tried to hide it in the comments.
Can’t believe that this one rolled in 1968. I want it.
I was looking for a song that I heard in the mid-seventies that had these lyrics:
I want to be a bus;
I want to be a big bus;
I want to bus the world around;
I want to be the biggest bus to ever bus the world around.
The google machine didn’t help; neither did the Utoobage search. Meh.
And Now For Our Feature Presentation:
Ernest Borgnine On The Bus (Part 1).
Babe, er, Chick Magnet
Nope, unh-unh, no way does this count as a Babe Magnet. It doesn’t even try to look cool, and it succeeds in its uncoolness by a factor of Stoopid. Given the intentional lack of cool, this could only be a pace car for the Dorque County Picnic Parade, decked out with pure efficient genius.
One can only imagine what hoofed beasts followed in its tire tracks, and we’re referring to the populace. (To be fair, I grew up on the outskirts of Dorque County. We had to dress up a mule instead.)
[Found here.]
I CAN HAZ TRKY
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 