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“If you buy a bucket of chicken, check it before you leave, or all you’ll get are backs and feet.” –Grampa Strutts
“The instant you pull out of your driveway you become traffic and everyone hates you.” –Bunk Strutts
“If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. If Papa ain’t happy, nobody gives a shit.” –Anonymous
[Top image: Painted gourd found in my garage. Artwork by Bunkessa years ago.]
[Found in here.]
The vomer is located in the midsagittal line, and articulates with the sphenoid, the ethmoid, the left and right palatine bones, and the left and right maxillary bones.
Vomer means ploughshare in Latin. It’s part of a plow.
The Detox Cleanser Scams: “Why pay for what your pee pee and poo poo already do for you?”
When raking leaves, remember that Air Is Your Enemy. Here’s the short version. My opinion is that no one should rake leaves in this first place. Let ’em fall and let ’em rot where they fall. I like humus.
Are you, or have you ever been an ealuscop? Fess up.
From the “I-Didn’t-Know-This” Dept: Caterpillars don’t morph into butterflies. Once it’s sealed up in its chrysalis, the caterpillar dissolves into goop. The goop reorganizes itself into a butterfly. More stuff about caterpillar goop here [via]
Q: Does a moth remember its pre-goop caterpillar days?
A: Apparently the answer is Yes.
[Top images chopped, channeled, lowered and louvered from Google Images.]
Classic from 2007: “What is oozing out of our ground?”
Another classic: The Amish Virus.
Okay, so an enlisted 1st Class Navy Petty Officer got drunk, couldn’t start his vehicle due to a breathalyzer interlock. He captured a raccoon in an adjacent park brought it into his vehicle and squeezed it. The breathalyzer detected no alcohol on the raccoon’s breath, so the vehicle started, but the raccoon passed out from the squeeze. The driver left the animal unconscious on the floorboard of his vehicle. The raccoon awoke later and attacked the driver who then crashed his vehicle through a residential fence and into a swimming pool. TRUE. [h/t Dolphin Catcher.]
Milton Friedman’s full smackdown of Phil Donahue. Jump to 00:20:40 for the Good n’ Greedy stuff.
“We’re singin’ Hidey-Ho ’til the cows come home, you know, and we’ll get all Glad N’ Greasy.” –The Beat Farmers 1986.
This song was pretty good, even though I have no idea what his point was.
[Top image: Reconstructed Neanderthal Facial Profile from here, and if you look hard enough you’ll find an unshaven Neanderthal hottie who could kick your ass.]
[Update: Repaired busted link.]