Forget last night, Dear.
Eat the worms soaked in vodka
With tomato juice.
[Bean pods are a nice touch. Image found here.]
This still makes me grin.
Click this, because it’s entirely awesome.
This is what smart phones were made for.
Whatever happened to Laurence Tureaud?
“This is aginst ma civil rats.” [Language alert]
Elected Muslim Democrat who hates Jews and says so, accuses others of genocide. Pheeew.
The following is the March 1 Congressional Research Service report, Venezuela: Political Crisis and U.S. Policy. Venezuela’s economy
contracted by 18% and inflation exceeded 1.37 million percent in 2018. Way to go, socialism.
Circa 1978, NASA engineers wondered how many tampons astronaut Sally Ride would need for a week in space. “Is 100 the right number?” they asked. “No. That would not be the right number,” she replied. [source]
“First name is Mister, middle name is a period, last name is T” [via].
Fruit noises [via]. It’s what my insides sound like at 3AM after eating the good stuff at 6PM.
The Beat Farmers was one helluva fun bar band, and “Blue Chevrolet” was one of my favorite roadtrip songs. I don’t recobanize the lineup except for the Jerry Raney lookalike on vocals and rhythm guitar, and it appears to be a tribute concert at the Belly Up Tavern in 2013. The legendary Country Dick Montana passed away in 1995 while playing drums on “The Girl I Almost Married.”
Never heard Country Dick?
This one’s for you, and so is the next one.
Have a great weekend folks. See you back here after the earth rotates 360 degrees.
Go for it. Give it your best shot.
Find or draw an image, paste the blank over it in MS Paint (or another graphics program) and send it to us in .jpg or .png format. No strict rules, so the more outrageous the better (no X-Rated stuff please – keep it PG-13 at worst). In other words, doctor it up however you like. We’ll post ’em all at a later date, maybe put them up for a vote for the Best of T.
Submittal deadline is Monday, 02 November 2015.
Another year’s gone down the toilet, and I’m happy to flush it. Too many things happened and too many things didn’t, but at least we have a lot to be thankful for, like the .gif I stole from here.
As for you folks who visited and linked to Tacky Raccoons, we are thankful for your rapt attention during the past year. We know who you are and where you live. You’re good peeps.
To you commenters who occasionally remind us that we’re not the only ones in the kitchen, here’s a tip ‘o the ‘ol tarboosh:
1389AD, alex c., AmyOops, Angel, anon, Anonymous, Basement Cat, Bill, Bounce Houses, brcmongooseMongoose, Brian, Brian In Florida, Bunkessa, C Monster, Calo, Captain Obvious, Caryl, Chiqui, chicquero, cmblake6, dalparadise, Dan, danielledevalera, davelogdotcom, deena, DF’s Puddy Tat, Dillon, doriangrey1, Feng, foxylady, G Eagle Esq, gingerfightback, Hala Ajam, harmonysweetpea, Heart, hihihihih, insipid life of mine, JB Maddawg, Jane, Jen, John, John M., Jonco, kdub, Kitty, LC Aggie Sith, Lemur King, Leeuna Foster, Lisa, The Literary Horse, Macker, Mark, Maxim, MILESTONE MAN, Mr. Caps, mrmacs, Mr.PaulRevere, The Necromancer, Number Six, nursemyra, Ollie, Paula Tripordie, Pete56, phil cordery, PISSED, planetross, raincoaster, Rob Cypher, RobinKatie, RoboMonkey, Rose , Rose , Soylent Green, sparrow1969, stan, Stefan, Tattoo Jim, Teresa in Fort Worth TX, thebigbookofdating, The FonZ, Tony McGurk, VE, The Watcher, Wheels, Ziffy, & Zoe.
Happy New Year, folks. Wish you the best. — Bunk
Nancy pitied him once.