Seattle, WA (Strutts News Services) – Global Warming was blamed for the ocean currents that transported several thousand air-tight packages of Doritos to the coast of Washington, leaving thousands of minorities without the addictive snack food. A total of three white people recobanized the profits to be had after a cargo bin spilled off of a cargo bin carrier ship during a nasty storm during which the cargo ship dropped its cargo. The word spread up and down the coast:
“DORITOS! DON’T TELL THE BLACKS AND THE ASIANS!”
A cargo ship that finds itself in seas that causes it to drop its cargo is not funny at all. Ask someone who has been there and done that. But only white people comb the beaches for Doritos.
[Images and story from Truck Spills, a nice collection of things spilled from trucks.]
This is one of those images that just screams “POST ME!” but won’t give you a hint as to what it’s all about. I’m not even sure where the image came from. This is a TLS (Temporary Lack of Sleep) babble post; fortunately for you I deleted 3/4 of it. I’ll be better tomorrow, relatively speaking.
[Sorry folks, this just isn’t taking. The penguin video featuring Michael Palin was great, but then the BBC continues with some disgusting stuff that doesn’t belong here unless Bunk thinks it belongs here.]
Here’s the link just in case you still wanna see it. It’s a good ‘un.
Just look at how much fun these little guys are having. Do we really want to take it away from them?[Tip o’ the Tarboosh to SH for this heads up.]
Still experimenting with the new WordPress. The video starts with an annoying commercial, then continues with the Penguins. But then it continues with other BBC stories.
Insert Capital F-word here.
Your Pal, Bunk
[UPDATE: Wait a minute. That’s not Michael Palin. That’s the dead guy, whatsisname, Mr. Creosote, right?]
Disclaimer:
1. No cats were hurt during this post.
2. The animations are all contrived.
3. The sources for the .gif’s are clearly identified.
4. Forward this link to everyone on your blogroll.
5. Leave the toilet seat up after you’re done peeing on it.
6. Always flush with your feet.
Identical twin brothers Haney and Russ “Harpo” d’Coqueville have come up with an innovative way to save gas by making sure that their ride don’t roll while they transform it into the Babe Magnet they always dreamed of. I can’t identify the model exactly, but it looks like a 1977 Ford POS to me.
Although they aren’t in their official Babe Hunting Garb, Russ and Haney believe they can pull it off (the Babe Magnet transformation, I mean). Russ’ carpentry toolbelt and framing hammer is a not-so-subtle give-away that the finished Babe Magnet will definitely be a work of sump’m, with or without windows.
Film at 11.
[Lost track of this image source, too, and prolly for good reason.]
“Ah calt fo FersClass ONLY. You not FersClass. We not takin’ no SekkaClass or ThirClass scum lack you. Git you butt back doodah Stahbux Lan, Foo.”
Good God. Here’s how to train your offspring to avoid a nasty confrontation with Mr. T. Get your infant used to him early with this crib mobile. By the time your tad turns two, if he/she gets outta line, all you gotta say is, “I ain’t takin’ no mo’ Jibba Jabba!” and he/she will understand immediately and go straight to nap time, in the driveway gravel if necessary.
Just in case you didn’t know, Mr. T don’ take no poop from nobody in any language, except for maybe Chuck Norris. Chuck doesn’t take it from anybody either, except for maybe Mr. T.
Finicky Penguin helps you decide for yourselves with his awesome collections here and here. Don’t forget here.
Okeydokey, they’re my favorites again for a few minutes. The 5678’s with Hanky Panky (careful with your speakers, it’s loud).
Tommy James and the Shondells’ version with invisible drums. His baby does the hanky panky, too, but she doesn’t move much (you can turn your speakers back up for this one).
This was originally released as the B-side of a 1963 single by the Raindrops, “That Boy John.” The Raindrops were composers Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich. Shortly after the release of the Raindrops’ version, 13-year-old Tommy Jackson, who would become Tommy James, slipped into a club in South Bend, Indiana and listened to a local band, the Spinners (not the hitmakers of the ’70s) play this. After hearing the song drive the crowd wild, Jackson wanted to record it for his second single (he had released one locally the previous year). Jackson and his group, The Shondells, recorded the song at a radio station in his hometown of Niles, Michigan.
When Jackson recorded this, he couldn’t remember all the lyrics, so he made up some on the spot.
That explains A LOT. Here’s a photo of The Raindrops (from this glorious site):
Rockin’ hard in 1963. It is intuitively obvious to the casual observer that the babe on the right does the hanky panky, the one on the left says she does, but she really doesn’t, and the guy in the middle does it by himself most of the time. You can download their version here, but only if you really really want to. (I really really didn’t.)
The next best thing, relatively speaking, is from the excellent Tube Number 1. Tico & the Triumphs’ “Cards of Love.” Have at it.
[If that’s not enough, here’s “Shining Boots” courtesy of Finicky Penguin. If you need “Help,” Miss Cellanea will tell you where to go.]
Tacky Raccoons 