[Update: Original image traces to a Reddit post from a couple years ago. Keen eyes noted that the pepperoni is underneath the cheese.
Self explanatory slippery wreckage with an appropriate soundtrack. (Here’s another version with a Canuck/Reggae/Punk soundtrack.)
Is it too early for a Christmas jam? Nah.
Yeah, I didn’t recognize Eric Clapton, but you can’t miss John Popper, and I can’t keep the image of John Belushi out of my head while listening to him.
Sorry about that, but I’ll make up for it. Lookee here:
Mitica scena del film “The Blues Brothers” in cui Jake e Elwood entrano nel ghetto per andare a reclutare Matt Guitar Murphy e Blue Lou Marini. Eccezionali le performance di John Lee Hooker (è proprio lui che canta il suo stesso pezzo Boom Boom Boom) e di Aretha Franklyn, che interpreta la moglie di Matt.
Vi auguriamo un grande fine della settimana, la gente. Ci vediamo di nuovo qui domani per più divertente.
[h/t C. Robinson via FB.]
Update: I had pre-scheduled this post with the assumption that Hillary Clinton would win the Election since all the polls and talking heads said she would. I am pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
There is still hope for this Great Country.
20 minutes start to finish, no template. I was going for a Samoan Luche Libre kinda vibe. In the sun it looks like The Donald, but that wasn’t the intent.
We had a total of three trick-or-treaters. One was a little yappy dog. The other two were adult women begging for candy, and one of them thought jogging pants and a sweatshirt and carrying a little yappy dog counts as a costume. The other one was wearing crow feathers. Her outfit was awesome, and she’s completely nuts.
Then The Missus got HER knives out.
These were good, orange bell peppers stuffed with rice, corn and black bean farts. I love Halloween.
Don’t tell her it’s not a pumpkin. Everything is orange at this stage.
Leaving the 2016 Democrat National Convention?
The Astonishing Annual Red Crab Migration
Each year millions of bright red land crabs leave their burrow homes on Australia’s Christmas Island and start a long, laborious trek toward the sea. They descend cliffs, climb banks and maneuver around obstacles to reach the shoreline and lay their eggs, eventually returning to the island’s central plateau with their offspring in tow. The synchronized migration resembles a crimson-colored river undulating across the island and can last up to 18 days. The event typically takes place in November or December (the crabs will only move when it’s raining) and coincides with the turning of high tide and the arrival of the waning moon.
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.