Category: Bunk Stuff

1,400,000 Views. You Guys Are Awesome.

We hit 1,400,000 views a short while ago. Very cool.
Thanks wads. – Bunk

First Grade 1963

Who’s that good lookin’ kid in Row C Column 1? He liked the good lookin’ girl at C8. Her name was Karla. That same year my family moved to a different school district.

I still remember some of the kids in that picture, even though I don’t remember their names.  A9 was funny. A5, B7 & D3 were trouble makers. C1, D1, and a couple of others got detentions the first day of school for having too much fun. True. We had a blast and thought we were being rewarded.

My mom was pissed because nobody called from the school to tell her that Bunky had been detained. She thought I’d drowned in the creek.

Several years later I recognized Karla sitting next to me in Literature Class. She’d transferred into my High School in our senior year, and was a jaw-dropping knockout. I could barely stutter out my name, but she said she remembered me. She said C3 grew up to be a complete rumpswab.

Any of you recobanize your photo?

Chicks Dig Guys Who Vote

This election is going to determine the fate of Our Nation. Are we going to emulate failed European-style socialism, or are we going to stand up, get bureaucracy out of the way and let the free-market engine of prosperity take us and the rest of the civilized world out of the doldrums that we’ve experienced for the past four years? In sailing terms, the US economy is in irons, and it shouldn’t have to be this way.

The very people who caused this geopolitical financial mess claim that people like me who oppose the economic self-destruction of this Great Country are racist homophobic women-haters, anti-science, knuckle-dragging drooling cavemen who want to destroy the environment and eat your babies in front of your God Denying Eyes. If you believe any of that crap you have no credible reason to vote.

By definition I’m a liberal. I want to change things. I want to elect officials who are fiscally conservative, morally sound, and who will protect our nation and allies from danger, both here and abroad, regardless of party affiliation. The Democrat Party offers none of that today, only lies, smears, cheap shots and half-truths. Throw the bastards out tomorrow.

The Chicks will dig you.

Bunk

Waiting For Sundown…

It’s just biding its time. Happy Halloween.

VP Biden & Martha Raddatz versus VP Candidate Paul Ryan *Debate*

I hope you all saw that kangaroo court of a “debate” this past Thursday.

Despite Vice President Joe Biden’s theatrics and Martha “ObamaAttendedMyWedding” Raddatz’ intentional avoidance to squelch the continual one-sided interruptions of Paul Ryan’s commentary (96 to 6 according to one source), that picture is equal to a 1,000 word summary of the circus. Ryan was shouted down.

It was not a “debate.” It was an exhibition of how leftists/liberals/progressives lie, even when called on those lies. Regardless of your party affiliation, that their supporters in the media support such obvious fabrications and propaganda as Vice President Joe Biden promoted during that “debate” is abhorrent.

Whatever happened to “objective journalism?” Where is Walt Kelly now that we need him?
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Update: Hat tip, image found here.

Update 2: Added .gif just because.

10/11/12 10:11:12 PM EST


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The .Gif Friday Post No.244 – Easter Island Pissoir, Flaming Tennis Ball & A Big NoNo

Top is an original animation based upon this. Related Easter Island thingy here. 2nd found here, via here. 3rd from here.

Just Couldn’t Resist.

I know, it’s way too easy. Even Drudge opined that the photo was an opportunistic cheap shot. So what. It’s not at the same level as Chimpy McBushitler.

The .Gif Friday Post No.241 – Dance Hard, Piano Cola, Foul Tip

[Found here, and here. The middle one’s mine based on this image.]

On The Other Hand

13 August is “Left Handers’ Day,” and since Friday the 13th comes on a Monday this month, it means a whole week of bad luck – but only for those of the dextral persuasion.

My first inkling that things were not equal, at least handed-wise, was with the q-shaped school desks. Occasionally there was a single p-shaped desk per classroom, but that was a rarity, so us lefties adapted without complaint.

Later on it was penmanship, where part of the grade dismissed content and replaced it with “neatness.”  To further embarrass us non-dextralites, they made us put little green plastic thingys on our pencils and pens as if we didn’t now how to grasp them properly. As late as 4th grade, Mrs. Mikulski grabbed and twisted my hand because I was “hooking” in order to write in cursive with the proper slant.

And all this happened in Public School. Continue reading “On The Other Hand”