Category: Odd
Saturday Matinee – Papa’s Day Eve
Now I don’t like to post Utoobage vids that don’t have vids, but Tom Waits’ version of James Brown’s “Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” is too great to pass up.
There aren’t many decent videos of Papa John Creach, but here he is with Hot Tuna circa 1972.
The Temptations’ classic “Papa Was A Rolling Stone.”
And Mama, I’m fighting a head cold, so that’s it for tonight. Just remember the old adage, “When Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy; and when Papa ain’t happy, nobody gives a shit.” Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here tomorrow for more fun.
The .Gif Friday Post No.180 – Cat Stair, Digital Wave, Spinning Lizard
Mr. Intestinal Polyp
Yikes! What a walking disease. Had I seen this when I was little I’d still be suffering nightmares, especially because I dream in color. (I’m still working on dreaming in stereo.)
Thank God TV was all rabbit-ears black and white back then. Click here for more info; click the image to see him in action.
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With A Rhesus Yell…
The one who yells the loudest is usually the one that’s wrong, but in this case the one who’s yelling also has teeth and claws and a nasty disposition when pissed off.
Not sure what the problem is. Perhaps the guy is out of uniform – just not festive enough for the occasion. On the other hand we have our uniforms available here.
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Crumb Sucking 101
She’s about to clean the toaster the easy way by pushing it off the table so that it self-dumps onto the linoleum floor.
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The .Gif Friday Post No.178 – Flipbook, Face Morphs & Flying Pig
Mellow Yellow
What a fun guy to have around. I’m pretty sure his dad starred in “The Prisoner” TV series as “Rover.”
[Images found here. Click each to enlarge.]
On bonobos and other stuff.
The neighborhood kids are never around when the car needs washing. It’s not like I didn’t pay them last time.
Each got a dollar, a beer, and a pack of smokes to split. What more do two 12-year-old boys want? Their parents were pissed for some reason, so I promised that I’d never offer alcohol in payment again. I mean, come on. It’s not like I gave them copies of National Geographic with pictures of naked female bonobos for them to fantasize about in the wee hours of the morning.
I get really tired of all the unwritten PC stuff these days; I never know who I might unintentionally offend.
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Tacky Raccoons 