I meant “Babe Magnet.” Or maybe I didn’t. Note that the dead cat, Boone’s Farm bottle and the week-old wad of used Pampers all add nuance to artistic expression of the moment. Note also that the windows are rolled up.
But here’s the genius inherent in this work of Art: It compels the viewer to imagine what it smells like inside and to run away without ever knowing. A piece of artistic genius.
[Photo found amid foodstuffs at Bockety. More Babe Magnetism here.]
No other country in the world has Elvis impersonators on mini-bikes. (Take that, Ma’am Odd Imadinnerjacket.)
[Photo, made in USA, can be found here.]
Since this is SNTC Anniversary month, we offer this tribute.
Okay. Assume you’re a male bee and… oh nevermind. The allegory doesn’t work with conchs. Let’s move on.
This configuration is designed for a two-person study group. The checkerboard has been removed for clarity.
Note the absence of TP. Note the presence of the sponge on a stick. Note that the sponge on a stick is not for cleaning the chamber pot. Note that the chain flushes nothing, but rings a chime.
Note that this is how very important people did it, and be glad that you didn’t have to answer the bell.
Nice western adaptation for the Turkish Toilet. (Bomb sights have since been added to this model. Roll up your trousers and keep your boots on.)
Thanx a load to b.b., jynx, Geezer & Donk for bringing all this to my attention.
[Photos via Toilets from Around the World (some NSFW/kids)]
Cerro Gordo, California (Strutts News Services)
Long believed to be extinct, a small herd of female Indricotheria was discovered Thursday by two amateur Porphyrophobic scientists at a local watering hole.
Ms. Tooncie Crumbler of the Cerro Gordo Oceanic Institute described the find as “…something so incredibly awesome! We saw them in their natural habitat before we corralled them. They were so docile.”
“They had the distinct odor of unglazed, unfired pottery, and showed pink scars where they had been injured from fighting for dominance,” added Mr. Lannie Foosers, Ms. Crumbler’s assistant and mentor. “We found no males in the herd, but they must be around somewhere.”
The herd, eleven in all including one juvenile, was transported without incident to the Inyo County Fairgrounds, where they will be fed and sheltered until their rightful owners show up to claim them.
[Original photo source lost. Mrs. Strutts says it’s prolly behind the couch, mixed in with the cat stuff.]
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The music of the late 1970’s was terrible. FM radiowaves were flooded with over-produced theater/stage rock (Yes, ELP, ELO); annoying pre-packaged disco (Chic, Bee Gees, Donna Summer); run-of-the-mill commercial rock (Bob Seeger, the Eagles, Lynyrd Skynyrd); and New Wave/Punk (Talking Heads, Elvis Costello, the Ramones).
Okay, I’m not denying that I liked that last category. At least it was different.
But right in the middle of all this garbage was the shining star known as Leon Redbone. He came out of nowhere, playing acoustic guitar versions of 1920’s and ’30’s songs while remaining a mystery to his fans. (Some wags speculated that he was really Frank Zappa, undercover.) When I heard Mr. Redbone’s version of “Sheik of Araby” I was hooked.
Here’s Mr. Redbone with three songs, back-to-back, from about 1977.
Mr. Redbone, you are invited to Bunk’s house for mint juleps and peach cobbler any time.
Alfred Hitchcock deleted this first take of “the shower scene” from his masterpiece “PSYCHO.” Why? I dunno, Babs, but I do know this. Hitchcock almost always had a cameo role in his movies. In this scene, his makeup was amazing.
The Blood-Tooth Mushroom
“The young fruitbody is spongy and characteristically exudes droplets of red fluid. Later the fruitbody becomes tougher and teeth develop on the underside.”
That appears to be a good description of some members of congress, especially the part about developing teeth on the underside. Ugh. I wouldn’t lick it.
BUT if I did I’d prolly run for Senator… and win. My soul would be gone forever, and I’d be sitting on dentures in my old age and talking out my posterior, just like most Senators. Gives me the willies.
[Photo via Miniature Brain, description from here.]
“Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself, Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk!”
I bet Keith Richards is rolling over in his bed right now.
[Photo manipulation buried somewhere in the catacombs of the always amazing Worth 1000 photoshop contests.]
It’s stealthy. It’s got a taser. You won’t hear it until it’s too late. You might innocuously assume that it’s the office cat, and the next thing you know you’re twitching uncontrollably on the floor and your computer screen displays the BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. Welcome to the world of hand-to-hand cyber combat.
Folks, I honestly don’t know what this is all about, but you can find a video of it in action at NoPuedoCreer. I’m carrying insulated tin snips and a thermos full of saltwater from now on just in case.
Ah, it’s just wrong. Horrible and funny at the same time. Bunk just had to post it.
Alpaca the Awesome found this horrible and funny thing and posted it on his new website.
Tacky Raccoons 