No, I didn’t bother to run the post through babelflush, or the google translaughter. I can only imagine what it says, and it probably has to do with ferrets, canned yams and batman underwear. Since most of you are just messing around at work (I know this; I read the traffic patterns) click the link and gimme a reasonable translation.
[Original image from the great and wonderful Halbot, and, yes, I know it has nothing to do about me… or does it?]
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Heh. More photoshoppery please.
Email your best remake in . jpg format, and we’ll assemble them for a future post for you to vote on your favorites. Of course we’ll give you/your blog credit, endorsed with a link. (Don’t have Photoshop? It’s easily done with MS Paint; see below the break.)
Send your best shot to bunkstrutts at verizon.net by 30 JUNE 2009 with the title “PROTEST” in the subject bar. You know what to do. Keep it clean: PG-13 max.
[Original undoctored image found here. Pre-blanked out poster after the break.] Continue reading “Pay No Attention”
“Hey Dad! I got a dollar! Can I borrow $19?”
It’s all in the advertising. Note that the $1 seahorses are not “Darling Pet Seahorses” (never mind that the ones in the picture are kinda dead and dessicated, and that just about anywhere in the world one can dig up sea shells hundreds of miles inland)…
But monkeys!
My dad knew that seahorses wouldn’t crap all over the house, wouldn’t get into the cupboard in the middle of the night to get at the strawberry preserves by dropping the jar on the tile floor, and wouldn’t attack your face when you looked them in the eye. Dad was wise beyond his years.
“So can I get the seahorses?”
“No.”
[Image from the back of a 1967 needlework and crafts magazine, shown here.]
Tacky Raccoons 
