The .Gif Friday Post No. 531 – Kitty Lizard Tizzy, Dog Wars & Beach Ball Chumping

[Found here, here and here.]

When City Planners Compete

“Make a slight right, then turn kinda left, then turn kinda almost left, then turn right and get into the left lane, then veer north at the light. I’m at 3rd liquor store 9 blocks down on the left.”

If GPS ever goes down, we’re screwed.

[Found here.]

Arithmetic Graffiti

Mess with it, photoshoppers.

[Found here.]

Goo goo g’joob

Yep. No quetion about it. He IS the egg man.

[Found here.]

Nothing Much Happened Last Night.

Someone missed the downtown exit and went uptown instead.

[Found here.]

Vegan Hot Links Con Carne

The Ping Pong Match.

When birds attack [via].

So, a guy runs into a bar…

Turn on the sound for this one.

Is this a great country or what?

Jake and Benson share some fries.

It’s the worst time in history to be a clown.
Blame Stephen King.

Japanese a capella doowop group is awesome.

Need a hard copy of Wikipedia? Contact this guy.

Archery is not the same as when I was growing up.

Random Word Generator.
I got, “Hunt dragon log, pocket oven vitamins, spy bandage.”

Scroll for Old Croak – Kentucky Straight Embalming Fluid.

This Interactive Graffiti Wall is cool. Express your artistic talent (or lack of) for everyone to see.

[Top image: Leonard Emanuel was a hoot. Literally. He was one of the winners of the 1975 Hollerin’ Contest at Spivey’s Corner, North Carolina. Held annually since 1969, the 2018 contest may be the final one.]

 

The .Gif Friday Post No. 529 – Squid Nom, Chocolate Croissant & Turtle Lip Lock

[Found here, here and here.]

Oh crap. Sand leeches again.

[Found here.]

Neighborhood Baby Monitor

[Found here. Awesome stuff.]

Open Mic Opossum

“True story. Okay, so I’m like sitting on State Route 4 enjoying some midnight road pizza, minding my own business, and this car comes outta nowhere and BAM!

“I’m like, ‘Dude, didn’t you see me eating that dead crow? Are you blind?’ They always say the same damn thing as they help you up:

“‘Sorry, I didn’t see you. You were invisible.’ Meanwhile, blood’s spewing out my ears like a Bronx fire hydrant on a hot summer day. So I bit him.

“I’m like, ‘Sorry, your hand was invisible. Ever had rabies?’

“So, yeah. I bought him 21 shots that night and he never even thanked me.”

[Image found here.]