
[Shop drawings from the always excellent Hanuman. Video linked from here.]

In daylight it just screams “Outta My Way, Butthead!”

But at night, it whispers, “Vaporizer Ignition Sequence Activated.
T minus ten and counting…”
“Check it out at night. This baby can be driven from a seated or standing position, fully envelops five in an interior that’s cozily lit and decoratively carpeted, has a premium sound system, and a centrifugal clutch. Then there’s the external rust patina—better call Maaco right now, because next year this color’s going to be impossible to obtain. Oh, right…not licensed for use on public roads, and the whopping price tag does not include shipping and handling. It’s going to take a lot of handling to get this to your place. On the other hand, it could become your place with just a few minor alterations.”
Before I order it, I need to verify if the water cannon is included or if it’s an after market add-on. I still want it for neighborhood protection. Couldn’t verify the size of the cooler either, but I understand that the hologram projector is a standard option.
[Images and italicized description from here. Buy it for me, here.]

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/nov/17/hillary-clinton-secretary-of-state
Let’s talk some more about “unqualified for the position.” Pheeew.

This embarrasses me… Not for her, but that someone actually designed and built that P.O.S. backdrop, with the lime jello wave and the cauliflower/Pearl Harbor bombing sky, and took some of her retirement money for the photo. Some people have no shame, and I wish I’d thought of it first. (Is that Corky Carroll’s mom?)

New York, NY (Strutts News Services) – Thursday, Whoopie Goldberg, Barbara Walters, Joy Behar and Sherri Shepard (while berating Elizabeth Hasselbeck for daring to argue logic and common sense) were approached by a creature of superior intelligence from the studio audience of “The View,” and didn’t even notice. All suffered severe palp scrapes and abrasions. No beak bites were reported. Film at 11.

It’s intuitively obvious to the casual observer that this stuff really works. Just one drop and you’re free from you-know-what. I don’t need it, but I bet YOU do…

And if the Magic CephaloDrops don’t work, RIDE ‘EM! The danger is you gotta break ’em first. Teach ’em to stay on the track.

Mr. Bittman has absolutely no respect for the sentient. He’s just asking for a double-palp smackdown, right square in his crackerbockles.

Ignore the misspelling and the erroneous apostrophe, and the fact that a large octopus could easily kick a moray eel’s ass. It’s still a cool sketch.
[Lots more VERY COOL cephalopodia HERE. Related posts here, here and here. Oh, yeah, and here.]

I don’t understand it either, but it has something to do with Spiderman and the election results.
[Image from here.]

I chose this for my Halloween costume this year. I’m up to 7 brass rings, but I hope to triple them by Friday. No sleep for Bunk.
[Image from somewhere in Feels.RU]