
[h/t Nate L.]

[h/t Nate L.]


Just showed this to the missus. Her response was, “Taco pizza, pizza taco. What’s the difference?”
[Found *urp* here.]

[Found here. Related posts here.]
[Update: Original image traces to a Reddit post from a couple years ago. Keen eyes noted that the pepperoni is underneath the cheese.




While surfing the internest, I spotted the buck sign and my first impulse was “I want to go there.” Then I found what appeared to be related images, but I wasn’t sure if they were photos of the same place or where it was. On a whim I googled “Sam’s Hamburgers” and everything synched up.
Sam’s is a popular burger joint in San Francisco, the owner’s name is not Sam, and it was established in 1966. I read this review from 2013 and decided to include a visit to Sam’s on my bucket list.
Then I found this. Apparently owner Mike Shawa (nephew of the founder) passed away recently at the age of 70. Damn. That’s still young these days. The place survived the opening of a Carl’s Jr. down the street, so I expect it will survive this setback, too.
And it’s still on my bucket list.
[Some images above were found in here via here; others from here. Somewhat related post here.]
Blogger Gains Internet Following by Smashing Her Face into Bread Products.
Oh, and if you were wondering, that’s a Haggis. Only Scots eat them, and it explains and justifies the honorable tradition of wearing kilts.
[Found here.]
“It’s A Gas” features King Curtis on sax, 1963 [via].
The origins of Mad Magazine – 1954 Senate Subcommitee on Juvenile Deliquency, led by progressive Senator Estes Kefauver (D), moved to censor comic books.
Animatronic spider is amazing.
Public Service Announcement. Please watch.
Kent State University, Kent Ohio, 1980 drive-thru.
How to save an uprooted tree.
What’s in Marcellus Wallace’s briefcase? I had to axe Mr. Google for the reference, found that it has to do with a scene in the movie Pulp Fiction. Now that I know, this kinda makes sense.
THIS was a clever prank.
“I told my brother he had a bug on him.”
You can’t see The Great Wall of China from space, but you can see this.
Not sure what this means, but it’s kinda cool.
[Top .gif from here.]
Reminds me of college. Three of us shared an apartment, took turns cooking and doing dishes. One guy always balked, never wanted to do the chores. We were pushing a rope.
Then came Spring Break. Scotty & I were done with midterms a couple days early so we left the kitchen duties for The Don, as it was his overdue turn to clean up.
After Spring Break, I was the first one back to the apartment, opened the door and noticed a significant change in our beer-soaked hovel. When I found the source of the aroma, the goop was so far gone it called me by name, flipped me off and dared me to move it. The Don had taken the stack of unwashed dishes, kitchenware, pots & pans, stuffed them into the oven, and left them to cook on their own for a few weeks.
Had the three of us not been bunking in the same room, I would have packed it all underneath The Don‘s mattress. Instead, I filled the bathroom tub with hot water and dish soap, unloaded the oven while holding my breath, and drowned the beast. Then I moved into my college girlfriend’s hovel to wait it out.
[Pro-tip: Never move into your college girlfriend’s hovel no matter how hot you think she is. Better to deal with the maggots in the wok.]
[Image found here.]