HARRIER CAT SQUADRON, AWAY!
“I’LL FARRAKHAN!”
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Category: Superheroes
The Ancients Predicted Obama’s Return
Malaga/Atlantis (Strutts News Services) – The head of a long submerged work of ancient artistry was retrieved Thursday, that bore a striking resemblance to the, um, meh. Nevermind.
[Image and dopey story fouwound here.]
These Guys Were Awesome.
Don’t remember the Hansons? Click here. Want more? Click here for the classic warmup scene.
[F-bombs & gratuitous violence warning. I love it.]
“Slap Shot” was loosely based upon a true story about the sale of a losing hockey team. The movie featured brothers Steve and Jeff Carlson with David Hanson; all three were professional hockey players.
Hanson substituted for the third Carlson brother Jack, who had been drafted by the Edmonton Oilers and couldn’t make the filming. (Jack had a nice record on his own, piling up 1,111 penalty minutes in 508 professional games.)
[Photoshopped image source is dead. Summary of the movie “Slap Shot” here.]
CB & FZ
YAHHHHH EEUNNHHH
GOT GRAVITY?
Want to shop here but lost your license? Get your Superhero Certification reinstated via Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co. online.
[More info and photos here. Related posts here.]
Babe Magnet: The Batmoboil
Whoa. Batman logo with tinyperkynipples, on a Chrysler Minivan no less. Let’s all scream, “PARTYMOBILE!” Bijonce and her sister Charlondra be gonna jump de bones of the driver of this dragon wagon, assuming they can see over the hood to appreciate the majesty of it all.
Of course the neighborhood girls are way underage, and the only way they’d see the attraction is if Bozoman personally lifted them higher than his blood alcohol level x the height of the hood ornament. Fortunately Bozoman can’t, and has to rely on subterfuge to get his prey into the Mommyvan. Fortunately for Bijonce and her sister, they’re both armed with tasers and the bone-breaking physical paybacks of the self-defense kind.
This conundrum leaves Bozoman with nothing but his two Bozofriends and a couple of quarts of beer. Since no significant otter, either outside or inside of Bozoman’s Mommyvan, can view the Batmoboil Logo, the only way the lame-o paintjob boosts this embarrassing piece of dorkness to the level of Babe Magnet is in the mindvapors of Bozoman himself.
[This image from Woosk, related by bastardized ancestry to this post, has been added to the Great Babe Magnet Archive.]
The Amazing WTF
Recently I re-ran into Unfinished Rambler who linked to the Hero Factory and I just had to play: went with my instincts, entered my super powers honestly and was rewarded with that lame-o title. The Hero Factory is kinda like Wikipedia on steroids… 80% accurate, but 20% gets mixed in with the leftover chili.
I’ll accept my alter-ego orange afro image with a kickass flame thrower: too hot to handle, and too cold to hold. Execute Mode Enabled.
Mr. T vs. Chuck Norris vs. …FRANK?!
SuperUltraMan
Oh Yeah! Finally a realistic Super Hero! Lookee here, he’s got all the important perks:
Red White and Blue symbolism, bulk, strength, the wind behind his back, and and an AJMEFH (Awesome Japanese Monster Eater Fish Helmet) complete with a nuclear navel. SuperUltraman makes the average ultraman cringe and cry by default.
BUT… could he beat these guys?
[Image from here.]
Tacky Raccoons 