My guess was that they are stunt riders, riding backwards and using the tips of their boots as spurs. Heh. I was wrong.
According to the link below, this fad is more popular in the U.S. than it is south of the border.
Category: Stupid
CementLand, USA
Gotta look sharp when you’re on vacation at CementLand, USA. On the other hand, you can get away with velour jumpsuits at CementLand, UK.
[Found here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 169 – Baby Elephant Pool, Gerbil Bath, HypnoToad
The .Gif Friday Post No.167 – Lion Attacking, Wheel Balancing, Rock Rolling
Zebrass
[Found here.]
Hindsight
Cheeky sculpture by Seymore Butz? Looking through the rearview in a two-seater? Booty in the eye of the beholder? See bottoms? When the moon hits your eye? Buttinskis? Crackhead? Eigel Asses?
Don’t be bummed; you won’t be left behind. We’ve got your backside covered.
[Found here.]
Milking the Toad
Questions arise occasionally on where we find topics for Tacky Raccoons. This particular post resulted from a long lost .gif animation that we found behind the Rec Room couch with the cat stuff:
A quick google search for toad lickers brought us to the Wikipuddle that mentioned The Church of the Toad of Light that in turn linked to another article that had a photo with a link entitled “Milking the Toad” that displayed this nice pen and ink sketch:
See how easy it is? Just follow your gut instincts, and you too can put up a unique and mildly disturbing post that is guaranteed to bring your blog traffic from specious sources especially when you link to this one. Now go milk them toads!
[Crossposted here.]
Hydraulic Dorkmobile Babe Magnet
[via with a h/t to Mr. Paul Revere.]
I really don’t know where to go with this… way too many things wrong. Now I’m all for custom automotive modifications, but this one shows no respect.
It looks like one of those monstrosities we used to cobble together with parts from unrelated Revelle model kits when we were bored kids stuck in the basement on a snow day, with Testor’s vapors dancing way too close to the furnace.
The only way I’d get into that clownmobile is if I were driving and had complete control over the hydraulics to make it leap and dive through a sea of bumper to bumper traffic while Charlie Estevez-Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and that ex-sports commentator… um… whatsisname Olberman, puked all over themselves in the back seats.
There’s just something righteous about that “What If” fantasy, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Yet, the question hovers: “Bunk, is that limosine a True Babe Magnet?”
Answer: Nah.
The .Gif Friday Post No.162 – Football WinFail, 3DTV, Catwalk Hand
The Library
“Honey, if anyone calls, I’m busy. See you in a coupla days.”
On the plus side, there are no worries if you run out of toilet paper as long as you’re familiar with the Spiegel catalog routine.
[Image found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 