Pong of the future.
Analog Pong of the past.
I’m not sure, but I think this has something to do with the Pong of “Brokeback Mountain.”
Yeah, I know. The “eew” factor just kicked in for me, too. Just a few more days of posting on FinPeng’s site, and I’ll be back here full time with less temporary insanity. I’m wiped out.
[GIF’s from somewhere in here, here, and someone who linked to this. I dunno Babs. But I do know this. That costume is, ah, politically correctly called, um, joyous.]
Well, well, well. What do we have here?
Looks like it’s time for the Dorkville Senior Prom, and someone’s dad brought home some scrap plywood and 1×6 roof sheathing from the jobsite again. He snagged an aerosol can of expansive foam insulation as well. The same someone’s mom scored some water color poster paint from the art supply room at Dorkville Elementary while Mrs. DeFarcas was busy washing the wheat paste off of Bobby Bieber’s face. Who could that someone be?
Trey Johnson. He’s that little s.o.b. from down the street that tried to let air out of your tires and only managed to release a half-pound before his fingernail ripped when you hit him with the garden hose on Halloween night a coupla years back. Now he’s a junior at Dorkville High, and he owns a staple gun. He tried to flatten your spare with it just last week.
Not much I can say that’s not intuitively obvious to the casual observer, except that TJ really screwed up the fit of the trunk and had to replace both rear light assemblies (you can’t chip away that foam insulation without damage) and got no dates for his trouble. Even the Dorkville Cheerleaders laughed at him.
Yet another great Babe Magnet. Pure efficient genius.
[Image from here.]
“I ridysong wat mak d hol worl cry;
“Donut be steak beef or dat ud-der gy;
“Я пишу песни делают весь мир спеть;
“I ridysong, I ridysong.”
[Original unaltered image from here.]
[Other news: Bunk is blogsitting Finicky Penguin’s Playpen starting today and running through the 18th of June, standing room only. Go have a visit. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, make long distance phone calls to Nigeria to check on the bank account status, download tranny dwarf porn onto his laptop, etc. In a coupla weeks, FinPeng is gonna be blogsitting here, and I expect y’all to be on your worst behavior.]
Sorry, folks, Bunk’s kinda wiped out today… had to throw this together at the last minute. I’ll be in better shape tomorrow.
The guy’s amazing.
Clever animation, via the Presurfer.
Don’t EVEN mess with Chuck.
Meade Lux Lewis was prolly the greatest boogie woogie piano man ever.
Albert Ammons and Pete Johnson were no slouches either.
(Strutts News Services, Vancouver BC) – The management of Bieber Industries [manufacturer of the radial Simpson Clevis damper] awards accolades to one of their own every month, for going above and beyond his/her job description. The award for the month of May went to Paul Wallace Doodle (pronounced “du-Dell”) of the Human Resources Department.
“Wally (as he is known throughout the lower ranks of the organization) was awarded the “Lime Jello Mold of Excellence” for his outstanding contributions, cooly screening potential employees of Bieber Industries with the tact and efficiency of a ballpeen hammer.
Any job applicant who gets past the ol’ Wallymeister is a good ‘un! Thanks again, Wall-man, for a job well done!”
Mr. Doodle was not available for comment at the time of this post, as his next-of-kin have yet to be notified.
[Image from Cool Aggregator. Text adapted from Bieber Industries’ corporate newsletter, 1 June 2008.]
Bonus question:
Of the two images above, which one was a socialist?
Think about that the next time you go to the polls.
[Image from here.]
These folks ain’t got NOTHIN’ on the Lunch Lady, and they’ve got all the food color groups covered, too.
“Please, sir, may I have some urchins?”
“If you don’t eat yer snails, you can’t have any urchins! How can you have any urchins if you don’t eat yer snails?!”
[Bigger images can be salivated upon here. Kinda sorta related posts here, here and here.]
Tacky Raccoons 
