
Leave a caption in the comments section, and of the two three four we receive by midnight Sunday, we’ll pick the best one and do something with it. Honest.
[Image via email, Tip ‘o the Tarboosh to SM.]
UPDATE: There’s a real cool prize involved…

Leave a caption in the comments section, and of the two three four we receive by midnight Sunday, we’ll pick the best one and do something with it. Honest.
[Image via email, Tip ‘o the Tarboosh to SM.]
UPDATE: There’s a real cool prize involved…

New Year’s resolutions. Hmmm. Good God there are so many to choose from and so many to ignore and reject. Okeh, I got a couple:
I shall endeavor to be more ascerbic.
I shall wake up when I want to, not when electricity tells me to.
I shall quit giving the cat rides in the dryer if it hasn’t gone in there voluntarily, and if it does, I shall provide a blanket to cushion it.
I shall stop complaining about cat hair on my chonis.
I shall personally snag the livers from the huge turkeys my lovely wife purchases only two times a year for the holidays and I shall cook them up with butter and eat them in private without telling anyone.
I shall not feel guilty when I snicker to myself.
I shall briefly consider presidential candidate endorsements from Chuck Norris, Oprah Winfrey, Barbara Streisand, and whatsisface (you know, that guy, the funny one who doesn’t write his own material) and ignore those endorsements altogether as idiocy, and shall vote for a candidate and issues that they do not support.
I shall continue to combat the forces of evil, and shall pay my bills on time, with the understanding that giving in does not equate to surrender.
I shall fart when and where I want to, and not when or where others think I should, because it’s none of their business, and it’s completely out of their control anyway.
I shall relieve stress, in the aforementioned way, and other ways that I’m not inclined to let you in on.
Those are way too many resolutions for me, but I’ll keep them… to myself.
Wish y’all and yours a prosperous New Year from Tacky Raccoons.
–Your Pal, Bunk.

Bunk grew up in the eastern U.S. Regional lore maintains that the severity of each coming winter can be predicted by examining the size of the brown band of the Woolly Bear Caterpillar:
According to legend, the severity of the upcoming winter can be judged by examining the pattern of brown and black stripes on woolly bear caterpillars–the larvae of Isabella tiger moths. If the brown stripe between the two black stripes is thick, the winter will be a mild one. A narrow brown stripe portends a long, cold winter.
This specimen from September shows no black bands at all, suggesting that the winter of 2007-08 will be one of the warmest on record and we’ll all be grilling hot dogs and burgers in January. You can find a couple of curious videos of these giant freaks of nature here.
Here’s a normal sized one, sleeping:
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[Quote from here. First image from a site with an unfortunately inappropriate name that we won’t post on this site. Second image from here.]

[Image via here.]
The late Cajun Chef Justin Wilson was the only cooking show I ever watched. With more holidays on the way, here is the master to show you how to make Chicken Gumbo with Andoille. Be pay attention so’s to done did it right, I gare-on-tee.
Speaking of Wilson, here’s a claymation version of Jackie Wilson’s “Reet Petite” that can only be described as bizarre:
Then there’s the Wicked Wilson Pickett, here with “99-1/2”:
My favorite Wilson of all won Best Supporting Actor for his role in the movie “Castaway” without speaking a single word due to great writing. Here’s a video of his complete monologue, in 3-D:


MagLev Bicycle For Sale 30% Off.

The chicks’ll dig you when you “Bisect the Sea with the Foaming Wake of a Fast Motorboat.”
You’ll also notice that the Cap’n is not paying attention, and that it’s obvious that the sailbabe wants you… as soon as you can show her that you, too, can “Bisect the Sea with the Foaming Wake of a Fast Motorboat.”
Just beware… due to global warming, the fish population has dropped dramatically, and you’ll have to contend with diminutive seabats buzzing around your ears, regardless of whether or not you can “Bisect the Sea with the Foaming Wake of a Fast Motorboat.”
[Excellent image and quote from 1933, a mere five years before the warmest year on record, via Plan59. More Babe Magnetism here.]

Thanks gobs for all your support and interest this past year, and may your Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa festivities include the gift of socks for you and yours.
Bunk & the Family Strutts
[Image from here.]

Everyone should have an Albino Bowler Action Figure, if only to go with that Lunch Lady Action Figure you have on your desk.
As a regular goy, it just occurred to me that I’ve inadvertently overlooked our non-goyim friends and readers who celebrate Hannukah this time of year. To recompense for my accidental oversite, here’s this gift suggestion:
A DELUXE EDITION of NO LIMIT TEXAS DREIDEL


[I didn’t make that up. Ask Kinky Friedman. Here’s the link, found here. At least it’s not “Strip Dreidel.”]