
[Another terrifying image from Arbroath.]

[Another terrifying image from Arbroath.]

[From Arbroath.]
…or “Lucky Bum Gets Head From Beatle“… or “Tramp Admires Sir Paul’s Bust“… or “Abbey Road Execs Accept Hobo’s Offer For Head.” (Your choice of headlines. Way too many puns and obnoxious innuendi for this True Story, and I admit that I’m completely shameless for jumping on this one with both feet. I promise you it might not happen again.)
“The Magical Mystery Tour is over – the missing bust of Paul McCartney has been found by a rough sleeper in Reading who mistook it for a Halloween mask. Tramp Anthony Silva discovered the wax head while sleeping by dustbins near Reading railway station last Friday.
“After Anthony found the auction lot – using it as a pillow for four nights – he jumped the trains to the Abbey Road music studios in London… The mask’s authenticity was then confirmed.”
[Image and story from Arbroath.]

[This was emailed to TR by Dan S, but I don’t know the original source. More after the break.]
And Just in case you need to defend yourself, here’s “How to Survive a Zombie Attack.”





Don’t let these images fool you:
The house is only about 8 inches tall!
“This Russian lady from Petrozavodsk, Russia, now living at Helsinki, Finland has made this stunning mini-snail house. The true size of the interior details can be understood looking at her fingers on the photos.”






[Caption in quotes from English Russia, with more images here. You want life size caracoles? Lookee here.]

No Photoshopoopage here. This is cutting edge, wave of the future stuff. I already posted it here, and there’s no reason that you folks should be left out of the loop. Check it out:
No clear-cutting, only culling of old timbers, without the logging roads. Ingenious, but slow and expensive.
(Ciclk ot mkae tehm bgeigr.)
What scares me about these is that they have SOUNDS. SOUNDS that someone liked enough to purchase, so that they could hear the SOUNDS over and over again. (I completely understand wanting to have THIS compilation, and if I ever get a cell phone, the ringtone’s gonna be Leonard Emmanuel’s “Old Timey Holler.”)
[Strider has an excellent collection of crappy album covers, with commentary, here. Related TR archive post here. New crappiness from here.]


Something about the Deity makes me very happy. We invited him over to compare CD collections Saturday. Mine rocks.
[Images from Hanuman.]
The great minds of the marketing department at Volkswagon have come up with this dealie. The idea is that you plug in your picture, and that of your spouse, and it shows you what your offspring will look like, all animated in the back seat of a VW something. Very odd, but here’s the link:
http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/
We at Tacky Raccoons took a test drive on this bizarre concept, just to see how it would run. Here are the results:
Experiment No. 1: Sarah Palin & John McCain
PLUS
EQUALS

Experiment No. 2: Joe Biden & Barrack Obama
PLUS
EQUALS

Experiment No. 3: Marilyn Monroe & Bunk Strutts

Results: A pairing between a dead sex symbol and a live possum appears to result in better looking progeny than those of the other candidates, and if I say any more, I’m just gonna get in trouble with the lovely Mrs. Strutts who’s holding a hot skillet and asking me what the hell I’m doing. Gotta go. Talk amongst yourselves…