The only thing that would make this better would be a vid showing him “jumping” the ladder to move it.
[Found here.]
Category: Humor
Mr. Intestinal Polyp
Yikes! What a walking disease. Had I seen this when I was little I’d still be suffering nightmares, especially because I dream in color. (I’m still working on dreaming in stereo.)
Thank God TV was all rabbit-ears black and white back then. Click here for more info; click the image to see him in action.
[Image found here.]
With A Rhesus Yell…
The one who yells the loudest is usually the one that’s wrong, but in this case the one who’s yelling also has teeth and claws and a nasty disposition when pissed off.
Not sure what the problem is. Perhaps the guy is out of uniform – just not festive enough for the occasion. On the other hand we have our uniforms available here.
[Found here]
Saturday Matinee – Jerks, Avalanche, Malo, Santana & The Five Satins
Pointless vandalism. Jerks.
On a lighter note, there’s this. The Avalanche’s “Since I Left You.” I like it, not so much for the music, but the vid has a nice storyline with a clever twist at the end (h/t ryannon). The song reminded me of this grooviness:
Malo‘s 1972 hit “Suavecito.” Malo was a San Fransisco band led by Jorge Santana, Carlos’ brother. Rather than pick another sappy hit from that year (like Chuck Berry’s “My Ding-a-Ling“) let’s try this:
Carlos Santana‘s “Nowhere to Run” from a 1982 concert promoted by Apple founder Steve Wozniak. Now let’s jump forward another ten years to 1992.
Or not. In 1992, Boyz II Men had a hit with a cover of “In The Still of the Night,” but I just can’t bring myself to post it, so let’s go with The Five Satins‘ original, lip synched, from 1956.
And with that we’re outta here. Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here tomorrow for more fun.
The .Gif Friday Post No.179 – Schwarzenegger’s Noodles, Cukes & Surf, Blogwars
Nice girls can be dirty, too.
[Found here.]
Crumb Sucking 101
She’s about to clean the toaster the easy way by pushing it off the table so that it self-dumps onto the linoleum floor.
[Found here.]
‘Scuse Me, But Haven’t We Met Before?
Dogs crack me up because they’re all jerks. Lovable jerks, for sure, but they’re still idiots, and they have no shame. Dogs just enjoy doing what dogs do.
Simple things amaze them. Every weekday you come home from work, and they’re ecstatic that you were able to find your way back on your own… again. When they hear a siren, they howl to help spread the alarm. Throw a snowball into a drift and they’ll spend 15 minutes looking for it before they realize that they’ve been had, and then they want you to do it again.
But dogs know how to play us as well. Sure Rover is happy to see you, licking your face and all… but he remembers where his tongue was a few minutes before, even if you didn’t see him doing it.
You’ve been Dog Pwnd.
[Image found in here.]
Take Your Best Shot
[Calvin Demarest demonstrates the Massé in 1912. He went schizo a few years later.]
Oh yeah. I remember my best shot. Outside of Houston. Twenties on the rail in a call the shot game, and I had spots. Two spots were sitting in adjacent corners at the end of the table, and a stripe was next to the side pocket. I was blocked for the far corner, my cueball was on the wrong side of the near pocket and against the rail, and I couldn’t bank the corner shot. What could I do?
I did what any bluffer would do. Call both corners.
With my cue in the air, I jammed a Massé shot. Put so much spin on the cue ball that it hopped the rail in front of the side pocket, rode it and spun back down to the table on the other side of the side pocket and caught the side rail. It sunk Spot 1 in the near corner, then shot down the end rail to sink Spot 2. No scratch.
Of course I had to keep a poker face, so I walked to my next shot as if nothing spectacular had happened. Within seconds everyone grabbed their money and went upstairs. Game over.
THAT was my best shot.
Saturday Matinee – Bunk’s Birthday, World’s Fastest Indian, Call Me Al, Steep Canyon Rangers, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings
Kudos to Amy Oops for this one, even though it’s not my birthday and I’m no one’s bitch, even if I enjoy popping balloons.
World’s fastest Indian. h/t Mongoose
Nice version of this Paul Simon song. h/t AZfederalist
Steve Martin’s Steep Canyon Rangers provide free music for those who are without it. They’re not bad at it, either.
Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings need no explanation. Pure retro soul, and with that, we’re out. Have a great weekend folks, and be back here tomorrow for more fun.
Tacky Raccoons 