Un-culled old growth from Minnesota’s Labrador Retriever Farms.
Category: Odd
Russki Babeski Magnetski
Nothing screams “BABE MAGNET” like a genuine Russian NyetMobile painted in puke greeen, with pink and yellow highlights.
Nevermind the exhaust pipes/mufflers/after-burners that keep the rear quarter panel aluminum trim from overheating, and ignore the rear mudflops an inch above the pavement. (Yes, I called them mudflops.)
What makes this a genuine Babe Magnet is not the tumor growing from the rear boot, nor the tumor monitor mounted just inches away.
It’s not the surfboard rack either, although Comrade Pav’s ride certainly gains some serious Babe Magnetage points there. Look closer for the REAL love bait… closer… closer…
Woop! It’s either a lion with it’s paws spewing stinky vapors, or it’s THIS GUY. You be the judge.
After analyzing the image in detail, we conclude that this vehicle reeks with Pure Efficient Genius, and thus meets the criteria to be declared a genuine IABM (Instant Awesome Babe Magnet).
[Image from the always excellent HERE. Don’t miss The World’s Most Amazing Collection of Babe Magnets HERE.]
Pretty Faces
The 1932 Helicron: Steampunk Hoax?
These images were sent to Tacky Raccoons HQ by a genuine decent sort via email. The colors and the concept caused my antennae to quiver “FRAUD!” But I’m not so sure. Snopes has nothing on it, yet, and there are too many google links to the 1932 Helicron.
Either it’s a VERY elaborate hoax, or it’s the real deal. We think it’s the latter.
At least there is video proof that it works in concept, but it gives the term “roadkill” a more gruesome visage…
Anyone recobanize what airplane the cowling came from?
[Tip ‘o the tarboosh to Dan S. who sent the images via email.]
Good to the Last Chunk
It’s not just ANY coffee…
IT’S WEASEL PUKE COFFEE! YAY!
There’s a little animal in Vietnam which has magical properties. Locally, it’s called a weasel (though technically, it’s a type of civet, but let’s call it a weasel like the locals) and it sure likes to eat the fruit of the coffee plant. But the seeds don’t sit well in its tummy, so it vomits them up. And that’s where the fun comes in – for local coffee folks gather up the beans and lightly roast them. The stomach acids seem to wear away the bitter taste of the coffee beans, and the resulting coffee is delicious and smooth.
From Wikipoidland we find this related tidbit:
Kopi Luwak (pronounced [ˈkopi ˈluwak]) or Civet coffee is coffee made from coffee berries which have been eaten by and passed through the digestive tract of the Asian Palm Civet (Paradoxurus hermaphroditus). The civets eat the berries, but the beans inside pass through their system undigested. This process takes place on the islands of Sumatra, Java and Sulawesi in the Indonesian Archipelago, in the Philippines (where the product is called Kape Alamid) and in East Timor (locally called kafé-laku). Vietnam has a similar type of coffee, called weasel coffee, which is made from coffee berries which have been regurgitated by local weasels. In actuality the “weasel” is just the local version of the Asian Palm Civet.
Note that Wikistuff contradicts itself here, and that the coffee beans are fully processed by the “weasel.”
It’s a steal at only $24.99 per pound 57 grams. (That’s only $198.81/lb., but one sip keeps you wired for a week.)
[Weasel Puke Coffee description found here where it may be purchased; found via RGS. More info here.]
324 Pages!
[Image from Rockhoppers.]
Last Minute Gift Ideas: Musical Instruments and Vases
electric guitar $29.95
size of model: W 3 1/2″ h 12″
Missing one tuning peg. Continue reading “Last Minute Gift Ideas: Musical Instruments and Vases”
Another Great Last Minute Gift Idea: Knobs!
Wait to see the look on Dad’s face when he gets a half-dozen genuine Australian knobs! Whatta Christmas!
[Image from here.]
211 Base3 December
Bunk’s Days in the Service… Industry
A long time ago, in the late ages of black and white TV, Bunk worked in the service industry. Grunt jobs in restaurants and hotels. Pot washer. Busboy. Bellhop. Toilet scrubber. Shag carpet raker. Drunk patron helperouter
I was one of three bellhops wearing Hilton monkey suits. Think of three PeeWee Herman/Eddie Haskell type weasels lurking just inside the front doors of a fancy hotel. We were like that.
Besides humping bags all over the hotel, we ran room service and operated a satellite AVIS car rental desk. We were paid less than minimum wage as we were expected to make up the rest in tips.
We got creative.
Tacky Raccoons 