Discover Ruth Buzzi’s Comfort

Ruth Buzzi's Comfort

Marketing genius or clever disturbing satire? You be the judge.

[Found here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No.290 – GTFO My Video, Speed Turtle & Buzz Frog

GTFO Sister

Speed Turtle

zombie-frog

[Found here, here and here.]

Put It On!

Space Cadet Helmet2

Space Cadet Helmet
The obvious question is “Why don’t you want people to see you?”

Oh wait. You work for Obama’s Transparent Administration , right? Well, we see you, and we saw what you did there…

[Found here, via here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No.288 – Scuba Bowling, Magnum Fishies & WTF

Scuba Bowling

Magnum Fishies

holidayparty1

[Found here, here and here.]

Bar K Barstools

horse-stools

Sidle (saddle?) up to the bar on one of these.
Everyone will laugh and call you a horse’s ass, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.

[Found here, h/t to Thelit.]

The .Gif Friday Post No.285 – Weather Report Videobomb, Rhythm Section & Horn Section

Los Gatos Weather
Rhythm Section

How To Blow A Pretzel

[Found here, here and here.]

Beer of Champions

Beer of Champions

[Found here.]

RabbitDuckRabbitDuck

bunnyduckbunnyslippers

One little tiny adjustment can make all the difference.
Reminds me of this classic.

[Original undoctored image found here.]

Slo-Mower

slow-lawn-mower

Chomp chomp *urp* chomp chomp *urp.*

[Found in here.]

Lo-Heat Slo-Baked Pizza

pizza-moldy-awesome

Reminds me of college. Three of us shared an apartment, took turns cooking and doing dishes. One guy always balked, never wanted to do the chores.  We were pushing a rope.

Then came Spring Break. Scotty & I were done with midterms a couple days early so we left the kitchen duties for The Don, as it was his overdue turn to clean up.

After Spring Break, I was the first one back to the apartment, opened the door and noticed a significant change in our beer-soaked hovel. When I found the source of the aroma, the goop was so far gone it called me by name, flipped me off and dared me to move it. The Don had taken the stack of unwashed dishes, kitchenware, pots & pans, stuffed them into the oven, and left them to cook on their own for a few weeks.

Had the three of us not been bunking in the same room, I would have packed it all underneath The Don‘s mattress. Instead, I filled the bathroom tub with hot water and dish soap, unloaded the oven while holding my breath, and drowned the beast. Then I moved into my college girlfriend’s hovel to wait it out.

[Pro-tip: Never move into your college girlfriend’s hovel no matter how hot you think she is. Better to deal with the maggots in the wok.]

[Image found here.]