[2nd .gif image from here, 4th from here, others from who knows where.]
Category: Odd
Missing Cat – “Plato”
Fooooooooooosball
When Bunky was foosball savvy (won 3rd place in an invitational in Pampa Texas in 1982) he liked the keeper position and could score with bank shots. Good thing there are enough beer holders on THIS table ’cause it’s gonna be a long game. No keeper bank shot goals here.
[Image from NoPuedoCreer. Subsequently found in English on Neatorama.]
“PHWEEET! Everybody Out of the Pool!”
Russian single-occupant jacuzzi comes furnished with its own life guard. We won’t EVEN speculate on how it’s heated, where the water jets are, or why it bubbles occasionally. You’re on your own with this one, folks.
[Image from somewhere in here.]
Mmmm… Rattenfilet
Man Hasn’t Washed Face In 43 Years
Seattle, WA (Strutts News Services) – Dennis Mitchell, born at the age of four in 1951, was immortalized by his cartoonist father Hank Ketcham in the now world famous comic strip, “Dennis the Menace.”
Over the decades Hank Ketcham left black and white emotional scars daily (and three-color ones Sundays) on his pen-and-ink son Dennis, who later became a wealthy recluse in his adult years.
Dennis, the ultimate rugrat, turned 18 in 1965, and has never washed his face since, although he admits to taking weekly baths in his natatorium that he refers to as “The Moat.”
When asked why he still refuses to wash his face, Dennis, now 61, responded without emotion, “Why not? You’re not my mother,” and promptly returned to a large leather-upholstered rocking chair facing the northeast corner of his crayon-enhanced living room in Belmont Shores, California.
[Image from here via here. Related posts here and here.
Apologies to the late Hank Ketcham.]
Erin de Cinco y Mayo go Bragh
[Completely irrational image from here.]
Saturday Matinee: You Don’t Own Me, Johnny. Don’t You Know It’s the End of the World, Baz?
I don’t own Leslie Gore. She owned me up until I saw her hairdo and horseface. Bunky just sealed his eyeballs shut and listened.
I remember hearing this on the battery powered transistor radio I got for Christmas that I hid under my pillow, and Skeeter Davis sounded so purty. She’s another one who had a great voice and a bad hairdo. (I’d never seen her until a few minutes ago, but I was in love with her when I was about 8.)
Then there’s k.d. lang. Just ’cause she gotta big caboose and a butch haircut doesn’t mean I don’t like her music.
And then there’s poor Baz. [Tip o’ the tarboosh to Phil. He says it’s been around for a few years, and somehow he knew that I’d like it by saying so on his Blog From Down Under.]
Speaking of Down Under, some time ago, when WordPress was revamping it’s vamps, I was unable to add the video above to this post. Found a new link for it by accident, so here it is.
TGIF: The .GIF Friday Post 30 – Windows Pop Ups
Save the Internet.
[“Save the Internet”.gif found at ChiquiWorld. The others have been around for a while.]
Lol Pen
Gawd I hate posting stuff like this, except that from now on I have a recorded claim as the originator of the first “LOL PEN” post on the internest, just like I can claim authorship of the first post on the internest for Igde Pshat. (Go ask Mr. Google if you don’t believe me.) Some days, I’m just so entirely bitchin’ that I amaze myself. Happens once every 3 to 4 years. Or less. Sometimes. Or not.
[Oh yeah… Happy May Day to all the socialists of the world. You don’t own me either.]
Tacky Raccoons 