
[Found in here.]

[Found in here.]

“Hang on. I gotta go to the bathroom. It’ll only take 45 minutes so I’m gonna put you on hold. Be right back.”
[Found here.]
Don’t know exactly who did it, but after careful consideration, we’re gonna award the most likely candidate: The lovely and talented Crystal!, known elsewhere as “Summergurly.”
Crystal nailed it with this great comment on this great post:
“Ahhhhhh! RUN for your lives! The giant angry insanely freakish wooly bear caterpillars are coming! Head for the hills! Ahhhhh!!!”
Congrats, Summergurly, wherever your are. Your knack for commenting surpasses my knack for nought. Feel free to roll around in your newfound glory, and be sure to brag about it to your peer group. You deserve it almost as much as we do.
Cordially,
Bunk

Beer and ale to the left, white wine’s on your right.
The Glynne Arms in Staffordshire is better known by its nickname the Crooked House. Because of subsidence damage caused by mining, half of the pub leans heavily to one side. Apparently, it can be quite a challenge to rest a beer on the table without spilling it. According to the locals, if after leaving you turn and look at the pub and it appears perfectly normal, you can be sure you’ve overindulged at the bar.

Dang. Lost my boning knife so I had to wing it with a serrated steak knife instead. Grumpkin on the right lost an eye due to that unfortunate handicap, but Ms. Spaulding came out better than expected.
Two freestyle grumpkins in 75 minutes is a decent crank, though.

Happy Birthday Bunkessa!
Love, Poppa, Momma and Bunkarina (who’s gonna pound your butt next time you get into her stuff again).
I thought this was clever. [Found here.]
Can Head by the same guy who did the classic Potato Hunter.
[Found on Plate O’Shrimp… nice new find by our crack team of webminers.]
Easy Dub Allstars’ reggae version of Pink Floyd’s “Us and Them.” Nice riddim… [Tip ‘o the Tarboosh to “S&Dman” of Blogmocracy.]
And what is Halloween without Oingo Boingo? Danny Elfman’s band was tight and bizarre at the same time. In 1980 or so, G-off and Bunk sat next to them at Madame Wong’s, buying them rounds and vice versa, without knowing who they were. Great show.