Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
[Found here.]
Questions arise occasionally on where we find topics for Tacky Raccoons. This particular post resulted from a long lost .gif animation that we found behind the Rec Room couch with the cat stuff:

A quick google search for toad lickers brought us to the Wikipuddle that mentioned The Church of the Toad of Light that in turn linked to another article that had a photo with a link entitled “Milking the Toad” that displayed this nice pen and ink sketch:
See how easy it is? Just follow your gut instincts, and you too can put up a unique and mildly disturbing post that is guaranteed to bring your blog traffic from specious sources especially when you link to this one. Now go milk them toads!
[Crossposted here.]
[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?”
Answer: Nah.
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.
[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.
[Found here.]
Not sure how this works, but it apparently allows young Japanese girls to smell higher and make magic floating fusilli bucati lunghi at the same time. Or maybe it’s for personal hygiene: “C’mere, hon! Put this on. It’ll make you smell better.”
And then there’s that curious reset button that blows (heheh, nose pun) my theories away. Sneeze inducer? Nasal decongestant? Alternative lifestyle enhancement? This gaijin is clueless.