Necessary? Yes. Fun? Ditto. Sophomoric humor? You betcha.
Here’s another blast from the past…
Cap’n Kirk steps on a duck.
This guy is amazing. Prolly retired and living off of royalties by now.
I’m gonna leave you with this related video. Gotta go open a window. Later.
FinPeng has a miserable turnout for his caption contest. Go help him out here.
Russian single-occupant jacuzzi comes furnished with its own life guard. We won’t EVEN speculate on how it’s heated, where the water jets are, or why it bubbles occasionally. You’re on your own with this one, folks.
[Image from somewhere in here.]
Seattle, WA (Strutts News Services) – Dennis Mitchell, born at the age of four in 1951, was immortalized by his cartoonist father Hank Ketcham in the now world famous comic strip, “Dennis the Menace.”
Over the decades Hank Ketcham left black and white emotional scars daily (and three-color ones Sundays) on his pen-and-ink son Dennis, who later became a wealthy recluse in his adult years.
Dennis, the ultimate rugrat, turned 18 in 1965, and has never washed his face since, although he admits to taking weekly baths in his natatorium that he refers to as “The Moat.”
When asked why he still refuses to wash his face, Dennis, now 61, responded without emotion, “Why not? You’re not my mother,” and promptly returned to a large leather-upholstered rocking chair facing the northeast corner of his crayon-enhanced living room in Belmont Shores, California.
[Image from here via here. Related posts here and here.
Apologies to the late Hank Ketcham.]
[Image from PlanetDan via Growabrain. Snork!]
[Completely irrational image from here.]
I don’t own Leslie Gore. She owned me up until I saw her hairdo and horseface. Bunky just sealed his eyeballs shut and listened.
I remember hearing this on the battery powered transistor radio I got for Christmas that I hid under my pillow, and Skeeter Davis sounded so purty. She’s another one who had a great voice and a bad hairdo. (I’d never seen her until a few minutes ago, but I was in love with her when I was about 8.)
Then there’s k.d. lang. Just ’cause she gotta big caboose and a butch haircut doesn’t mean I don’t like her music.
And then there’s poor Baz. [Tip o’ the tarboosh to Phil. He says it’s been around for a few years, and somehow he knew that I’d like it by saying so on his Blog From Down Under.]
Speaking of Down Under, some time ago, when WordPress was revamping it’s vamps, I was unable to add the video above to this post. Found a new link for it by accident, so here it is.
Tacky Raccoons 