All it took to send them into rebellion was one innocuous comment.
“Hey Bob! Bob Oso! Y’all truckin’ Granny Smith again?” The Jonagolds had had enough.
[Related post here.]
Category: Food Stuff
Rock Candy
Look here. Bunk knows peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and you, Reese, are no peanut butter and banana sandwich maker.
What young Bunky liked better were peanut butter and sweet pickle sandwiches, combining the flavor of Jif with the crunch of baby gerkins. And vice versa.
Fortunately, Reese acknowleged that these bastardized confections have artificial flavor, so you can rest assured that it doesn’t taste exactly like the King. They made up for the chicanery by labeling the bag, “Collector Edition,” thus snagging all the compulsive candy-collectors investors hoping to score big bucks months or years from now in the Reese’s Cups futures market.
So just how many bags do you have stashed away in your safe deposit box?
[Image from Bockety.]
Worse than Dog Breath
Although there are two cats around here that Bunk denies ownership of, other members of the Family Strutts claim to know about catbreath. (Word is it’s nasty. I’ll stay with the possums… at least they don’t climb up on my lap, stare at my chin stubble, and say, “H-h-h-howdy.”)
[Image from Ms. Cellanea.]
Steamy the Flavor Genie
No, folks, Bunky doesn’t know what it means either, but anyone with a wallpaper design for sale titled “Tuffy and the Imaginary Flying Cat Head” gets my immediate respect. Rory Skagan’s site has many more products that are Fun to Buy – Cool to Own, so stock up now while supplies last.
[Hat tip to G-off, who lives in a P.O. Box in Colorado. He sent us this as a Christmas card.]
Easy Home Cooking
This works, as long as the shovels weren’t first used for latrine duty.
Reminds me of hubcap grilles, clothes hanger toast, fish poached in a dishwasher, grilled cheese sandwiches ala steam iron, foil-wrapped stew on the exhaust manifold, BeanieWeenies-in-the-can on a hot plate, electric dryer bacon. (Okay, I made up the last one.)
I’ll have our crack team of webminers find links for the above concoctions asap (unless any of you wanna beat me to it in the comments section).
Forget Turkey. This Rocks.
Established over 50 years or not, I want the “Non-Traditional” kind with my peanut butter. Who is this Bradley guy that thinks this is food? After 50 years, you’d think he’d know better.
“WAIT MARGIE, THEY’RE READY TO EAT! FORGET THE TURKEY! WE GOT EELS! AND THEY’RE THE TRADITIONAL STYLE!”
[Photo from Liver.]
UPDATE: One of our crack webminers here at TR bleated apologies for not informing me that the Jellied Eels photo is NOT photoshopped, and that the treats are considered a delicacy in parts of London. The exact same photo, with description, can be found here. (Bunk sincerely apologizes to Mr. Bradley for thinking he was a closet Japanese foodmaker, and to all Japanese readers for thinking that you would stoop so low as to eat jellied eels. Bunk forwarded his documentation to Steve, an authority on matters like this.)
Before You Open Up a Can of This…
… you better have a good reason and know what you’re doing.
If you stupidly decide to mess with a Veteran, understand that Veterans each have at least one can within arm’s reach at all times, and they all know how to use it. Comes with experience.
For everyone else, you can create your own can labels here. Give a can of Whoop-Ass to someone who’s earned it.
Is This a Great Country or What? (Part II)
Forget orange juice and Cap’n Crunch for breakfast. From now on it’s eggs and Diet Coke for me. (I hear that sales are down in Iran.)
[Photo via Chiquiworld.]
Saturday Matinee: 3 Shouts, then Bluto Eats It
The original “Shout” by the Isley Brothers of Blue Ash, Ohio, limp-sinking in 1959:
Then white people in the recording industry decided to like it. Joey Dee & the Starlighters had a minor hit with it in 1962. Here’s the Shangri-las’ version, from 1963(?). No wonder it didn’t make the charts:
Then it was resurrected by Otis Day & the Knights, from National Lampoon’s “Animal House” in 1978.
As a bonus, here’s your favorite “Animal House” scene:
Thanks for watching. See you back here tomorrow.
TGIF: the .gif Friday Post 10 – Tuna/Corn Hybrid
I found this funny and somewhat disturbing at the same time. Hadda post it.
Tacky Raccoons 