Mit verbesserter Rezeptur. I’d buy the stuff just for the Rezeptur.
Is it just for German Cats? If it’s for cats, I assume it’s for Mr. Boots’ breakfast bowl of Chocolate Mousey Flaver-O’s.
But if it’s from German cats… well, some things I just don’t wanna know.
[Image from here.]
Seattle, WA (Strutts News Services) – Global Warming was blamed for the ocean currents that transported several thousand air-tight packages of Doritos to the coast of Washington, leaving thousands of minorities without the addictive snack food. A total of three white people recobanized the profits to be had after a cargo bin spilled off of a cargo bin carrier ship during a nasty storm during which the cargo ship dropped its cargo. The word spread up and down the coast:
“DORITOS! DON’T TELL THE BLACKS AND THE ASIANS!”
A cargo ship that finds itself in seas that causes it to drop its cargo is not funny at all. Ask someone who has been there and done that. But only white people comb the beaches for Doritos.
[Images and story from Truck Spills, a nice collection of things spilled from trucks.]
This is one of those images that just screams “POST ME!” but won’t give you a hint as to what it’s all about. I’m not even sure where the image came from. This is a TLS (Temporary Lack of Sleep) babble post; fortunately for you I deleted 3/4 of it. I’ll be better tomorrow, relatively speaking.
[Found it. Image from here. You Rock, Hopper.]
P.S. These WordPress changes suck.
[UPDATE 11 April 2008: The glitches with the WordPress changes have been resolved and it’s cool again.]
[Sorry folks, this just isn’t taking. The penguin video featuring Michael Palin was great, but then the BBC continues with some disgusting stuff that doesn’t belong here unless Bunk thinks it belongs here.]
Here’s the link just in case you still wanna see it. It’s a good ‘un.
Just look at how much fun these little guys are having. Do we really want to take it away from them?[Tip o’ the Tarboosh to SH for this heads up.]
Still experimenting with the new WordPress. The video starts with an annoying commercial, then continues with the Penguins. But then it continues with other BBC stories.
Insert Capital F-word here.
Your Pal, Bunk
[UPDATE: Wait a minute. That’s not Michael Palin. That’s the dead guy, whatsisname, Mr. Creosote, right?]
[UPDATE 2 May 2008: Here’s a new link!]
[Unadorned image from here. I wanted to contact the webowner of this excellent site, but it’s all in Russian and none of my guesses worked.]
Disclaimer:
1. No cats were hurt during this post.
2. The animations are all contrived.
3. The sources for the .gif’s are clearly identified.
4. Forward this link to everyone on your blogroll.
5. Leave the toilet seat up after you’re done peeing on it.
6. Always flush with your feet.
Identical twin brothers Haney and Russ “Harpo” d’Coqueville have come up with an innovative way to save gas by making sure that their ride don’t roll while they transform it into the Babe Magnet they always dreamed of. I can’t identify the model exactly, but it looks like a 1977 Ford POS to me.
Although they aren’t in their official Babe Hunting Garb, Russ and Haney believe they can pull it off (the Babe Magnet transformation, I mean). Russ’ carpentry toolbelt and framing hammer is a not-so-subtle give-away that the finished Babe Magnet will definitely be a work of sump’m, with or without windows.
Film at 11.
[Lost track of this image source, too, and prolly for good reason.]
R2D2 takes your mail and sends it to a galaxy far far away. Then he leaves a nice little pile of scatological droid humor on the sidewalk.
Yeah, I get it. Anorexic Fe-mailbox. I bet the owner cracks himself up every day except Sundays and holidays.
I’ll admit this is clever, even though it’s kinda, you know, um, wrong… whether it’s outgoing mail or incoming. Still just wrong.
[More boxes can be found here.]
“Ah calt fo FersClass ONLY. You not FersClass. We not takin’ no SekkaClass or ThirClass scum lack you. Git you butt back doodah Stahbux Lan, Foo.”
Good God. Here’s how to train your offspring to avoid a nasty confrontation with Mr. T. Get your infant used to him early with this crib mobile. By the time your tad turns two, if he/she gets outta line, all you gotta say is, “I ain’t takin’ no mo’ Jibba Jabba!” and he/she will understand immediately and go straight to nap time, in the driveway gravel if necessary.
Just in case you didn’t know, Mr. T don’ take no poop from nobody in any language, except for maybe Chuck Norris. Chuck doesn’t take it from anybody either, except for maybe Mr. T.
Finicky Penguin helps you decide for yourselves with his awesome collections here and here. Don’t forget here.
