Enlaces Calientes para Cinco de Mayo


What’s the word?
No, really. What’s the word?
Oh, jeez. Last time. WHAT’S THE WORD?


Koala Mom.

Veteran Dan Crenshaw stands up.

Nicholas Sandmann did nothing wrong.

“There are demon worshipers in the cul-de-sac” [Sound up].

There is a reason that she’s referred to as Alexandria Occasional Cortex. (Dude wouldn’t post my polite comment either, even though I’ve been linking to his site for years.)


We took an unscheduled trip recently, and Bunkessa had some observations about the plane flights: “They treat us like children.”

“Get in line. No talking.”
“We’re not going anywhere until you buckle your seat belt.”
“Sit up straight.”
“Put your toys away.”
“We’re turning off the lights so you can sleep.”
“BTW, you’re grounded until we say otherwise.”
“Curfew is at 11PM.”
“Once we land, you may go to the Carousel.”


10 years ago. 5 years ago. 1 year ago.

[Top Image from here.]

HellPeeps

[Found here.]

Easter

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

[Images via Mr. McGoogle.]

Saturday Matinee – St. Patrick’s Day Eve Edition: Irish Wedding at 5AM, The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats, & The Rumjacks

Pretty good rendition of “The Rattlin’ Bog.” It’s a tough song to sing, but I’m partial to the version sung by The Fenians. Saw them sing it live more than once, and Terry Casey never stumbled.

The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats jam it with “Barrels of Whiskey.”

The Rumjacks‘ “An Irish Pub Song” is “a piss take at the explosion of Irish Pubs in Australia and the bastardisation of a culture.
From the lyrics posted on the Utoobage:

There’s a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub.

Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We’ll call it an Irish pub.

You get the idea. On the other hand, my favorite Irish rebel song was a broadside set to music: Nell Flaherty’s Drake. It’s got some of the best snarky curses I’ve ever read. Here’s The Clancy Brothers’ version.

This is kinda fun, too. Good story intro:
The Night I Punched Russell Crowe.”

Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be donning some green tomorrow.

Mardi Gras 2019!

Heureux Mardi Gras!

Mo gris gris gumbo yaya here.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ME BLOOGIES!

Amazing. Just one year ago this exact same thing happened.

However, if you exceeded your level of tolerance last night and you cringe at having to prepare something to eat for the Bowl Bowl Games, you’ve come to the right place.

Bunk’s Chili is 1 hour prep, 1 hour leaving it alone, one hour nap, and you’re good to go.

Happy New Year!

New Year’s Eve 2019

May you have peace, liberty, prosperity, and allow yourselves to consume and enjoy massive quantities of stuff that causes tumors in rats.

Rock on.

[Image found here and elsewhere.]

Christ Our Saviour Is Born

Christmas Eve