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The house is only about 8 inches tall!
“This Russian lady from Petrozavodsk, Russia, now living at Helsinki, Finland has made this stunning mini-snail house. The true size of the interior details can be understood looking at her fingers on the photos.”






[Caption in quotes from English Russia, with more images here. You want life size caracoles? Lookee here.]
(Ciclk ot mkae tehm bgeigr.)
What scares me about these is that they have SOUNDS. SOUNDS that someone liked enough to purchase, so that they could hear the SOUNDS over and over again. (I completely understand wanting to have THIS compilation, and if I ever get a cell phone, the ringtone’s gonna be Leonard Emmanuel’s “Old Timey Holler.”)
[Strider has an excellent collection of crappy album covers, with commentary, here. Related TR archive post here. New crappiness from here.]

Good God. What a Caption Contest. Have at it.


Something about the Deity makes me very happy. We invited him over to compare CD collections Saturday. Mine rocks.
[Images from Hanuman.]
The great minds of the marketing department at Volkswagon have come up with this dealie. The idea is that you plug in your picture, and that of your spouse, and it shows you what your offspring will look like, all animated in the back seat of a VW something. Very odd, but here’s the link:
http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/
We at Tacky Raccoons took a test drive on this bizarre concept, just to see how it would run. Here are the results:
Experiment No. 1: Sarah Palin & John McCain
PLUS
EQUALS

Experiment No. 2: Joe Biden & Barrack Obama
PLUS
EQUALS

Experiment No. 3: Marilyn Monroe & Bunk Strutts

Results: A pairing between a dead sex symbol and a live possum appears to result in better looking progeny than those of the other candidates, and if I say any more, I’m just gonna get in trouble with the lovely Mrs. Strutts who’s holding a hot skillet and asking me what the hell I’m doing. Gotta go. Talk amongst yourselves…

Our crack team of webminers here at Tacky Raccoons have identified a true Failblog Fail, although there is definitely a double entendre there.
Skyline Chili, Gold Star Chili and others in southwestern Ohio are regional favorites. This stuff of modern legend doesn’t resemble or taste like chili from elsewhere. It’s more like a granular soup that you ladle over spaghetti and add toppings. Bunky discovered it while in High School on weekends after the football/basketball/cheerleader eyeballin’ games. Pure survival eatin’-when-yer-hungry-food. If you’re not in the southern Ohio region, you can order it online (click on the images for details).
HOWEVER… The frozen stuff is prolly better but you’ll pay a premium for shipping with dry ice; The canned stuff, well, Bunk ordered a case of it once and it’s kinda sucky oily… but it’s close to the original.
Many moons ago when Bunky went-a courtin’ the lovely and future Mrs. Strutts, he introduced her to the delicacy favored by locals in the eastern regions of this Glorious Nation, and the future Mrs. Strutts played along until she threw up in the parking lot.
Now about this 3-Way stuff… That’s how you order it:
3-Way = Spaghetti, Chili, and finely grated cheddar cheese;
4-Way = Same as a 3-Way with onions OR red beans ;
5-way = Same as a 3-Way with onions AND red beans.
(This last one was Bunk’s favorite.)
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the little saltine oyster crackers, but they don’t count as a “Way.”
Then there’s this:

You’re on your own if you run with that one. (I’ll give y’all the Strutts Family Recipe, but ya gotta beg.)
[Top image from here.]