[Center .gif found here. I assembled more of Daniel Lee’s spooky images from “108 Faces” to make the others, and yeah, it creeps me out, too.]
Category: Bunk Stuff
The .Gif Friday Post No.214 – Spit Spaz, Bowser Bidet, Lighthouse Wave, Beach Basket Cat
The .Gif Friday Post No. 211 – iWalkers, Floor Girl & Cat Psych
Happy New Year, Peeps!
Another year’s gone down the toilet, and I’m happy to flush it. Too many things happened and too many things didn’t, but at least we have a lot to be thankful for, like the .gif I stole from here.
As for you folks who visited and linked to Tacky Raccoons, we are thankful for your rapt attention during the past year. We know who you are and where you live. You’re good peeps.
To you commenters who occasionally remind us that we’re not the only ones in the kitchen, here’s a tip ‘o the ‘ol tarboosh:
1389AD, alex c., AmyOops, Angel, anon, Anonymous, Basement Cat, Bill, Bounce Houses, brcmongooseMongoose, Brian, Brian In Florida, Bunkessa, C Monster, Calo, Captain Obvious, Caryl, Chiqui, chicquero, cmblake6, dalparadise, Dan, danielledevalera, davelogdotcom, deena, DF’s Puddy Tat, Dillon, doriangrey1, Feng, foxylady, G Eagle Esq, gingerfightback, Hala Ajam, harmonysweetpea, Heart, hihihihih, insipid life of mine, JB Maddawg, Jane, Jen, John, John M., Jonco, kdub, Kitty, LC Aggie Sith, Lemur King, Leeuna Foster, Lisa, The Literary Horse, Macker, Mark, Maxim, MILESTONE MAN, Mr. Caps, mrmacs, Mr.PaulRevere, The Necromancer, Number Six, nursemyra, Ollie, Paula Tripordie, Pete56, phil cordery, PISSED, planetross, raincoaster, Rob Cypher, RobinKatie, RoboMonkey, Rose [1], Rose [2], Soylent Green, sparrow1969, stan, Stefan, Tattoo Jim, Teresa in Fort Worth TX, thebigbookofdating, The FonZ, Tony McGurk, VE, The Watcher, Wheels, Ziffy, & Zoe.
Happy New Year, folks. Wish you the best. — Bunk
The .Gif Friday Post No.207 – Santa’s Younger Brother, David Copperfish & Christmas 1966
The .Gif Friday Post No.205 – Varney’s Troll Face, Happy Corgi, Penguin Rocks
#OCCUPOOPAGE
The original 25 images came from a google search for “butthead,” which is my honest opinion of the OccuPoopage. What a waste of, um, you know, ah, nevermind.
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Waiting For Sundown
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I miss Drive-Ins. Let me rephrase that – I miss the memories of Drive-Ins. No, let’s try it again – I miss my false memories of Drive-Ins. For the most part Drive-Ins sucked donkeys.
Cold nights, steamed up windows, a full cooler of cheapo beer with crappy movies. Speakers that hung on the driver’s side window that played static in mono, and a whiny date who just wanted to go home because she was freezing and couldn’t stand my buddy in the back seat with his cold whiny date. Because of that, “Flesh Gordon” was one of my least favorite movies of all time.
Once I hid in the trunk with Danny Rat The Dirty White to get in free, getting CO poisoning, watching the B-movie double feature in a lawn chair with warm beer and a pounding headache. Yeah, fun times.
Years later a bunch of us piled into Pecker Pete’s van and went to a multi-screen Drive-In. By then the crappy speakers had been replaced with an antenna clip, so you could listen to the movie over AM radio on your own speakers.
Pecker didn’t have a radio, but at least one of us had seen each of the flicks. We parked in the middle of the lot and watched five movies at once, providing our own narration. The chicks dug it.
I don’t miss Drive-In theaters at all, except for when I do.
Tacky Raccoons 