“Off-screen, Farley was well-known for his pranks in the offices of Saturday Night Live. A March 13, 1995 New York Magazine article references Farley and Adam Sandler making late-night prank phone calls from the SNL offices in Rockefeller Center, with Sandler speaking in an old woman’s voice and Farley then farting into the phone, as well as Farley mooning cars from a limousine.”
Chris Farley (1964-1997) was a classic.
“But, Sire, my mount has to pee.”
If this group teamed up with these two they’d be Darwin Award statistics by now.
[Image from here.]
You know exactly what this is. When you were a kid you were full of it. I pity you. I really do. While I was heavily invested in the Cap’n Crunch experience, I’d already graduated to Grape Nuts and beer by the time this wonderment came along. Here it is in all its glory:
The linked website doesn’t just have a picture of the stuff in the box and the box itself, but all the really cool stuff that came with it, including the “FREE ADVENTURE BOOK INSIDE.” We all have Quaker Oats to thank for Mr. T. Who’d have thought that a mere cereal could create an internet superstar like the Mohawk Man o’ Peace?
[Images source from here, an I be dare y’all to leave a commentabulation on that website, Foo.
Don’t forget this and this. You can also view it in action at the bottom of the post here.]
[With Apologies to Jeff & Bil Keane.]
Cruel assessment of the innocent artwork of Trini, 2nd Grade.
This exquisite piece of Babe Magnetizement was found at LoserCars. Can’t be sure of the make or model, but it appears to be a 1955 Chevy V-6 with the genitalia removed, and fiberglassage slathered all over it to make it appear to be a 1957 Chevy V-8 with the genitalia removed and a big ‘ol honkin’ Eyeball ‘O Death on the front of the dorsal fin. Pure efficient genius. Kinda suggests what kinda talent the Mendocino Volunteer Fire Department has.
“Dude! Like, the bell went off. There’s like a fire or sump’m.”
“Chill, dude, like, I spoke with the guy at the county, and he said like fires are like illegal here and stuff.”
“Okay, but if we gotta roll, can I like ride on top and work the EyeThing?”
But I’ll let YOU be the judge as to which BM is coolest. FinPeng emailed me the SlimeMobile:
All I can say about the SlimeMobile is that it doesn’t do speedbumps very well, and it has a lot of exposed pulsing varicose veins for your motoring and viewing pleasure. A Molten Honda Civic is one thing, but at 5mph in a parking lot, a true Babe Magnet should scream, “GET IN HERE NOW AND DON’T TELL YOUR MOTHER.”
Unfortunately, this one screams, “OHNOSPEEDBUMP!! QUICK! GIMME MY NITROGLYCERIN! THE HOSPITAL IS ONLY AUUGGGGGHHH.”
So which one is the true Babe Magnet? AND FOR GOD’S SAKE DO NOT POST ANY COMMENTS.
[The best collection of True Babe Magnets on the internest can be found here for comparison.]
This is cool. So cool that I wish you’d thought of it, and I take back all the nasty things I thought about WordPress while they were revamping their vamps. Video embedding works again, and we’re back to almost normal.
Speaking of dogs, here’s one with a really happy face.
[First two found on RGF. Twice. Second found on the Utoobage by arbitrarily entering “Dog Face” in the search engine.]
Other news: The LA Times has a story on the guy that designed this sign:
Here’s a logical analysis of the design from a young George Lopez. (Caveat: the interview with the “CalTrans director” is staged.)
[Link to story found at GrowaBrain; Utoobage video was emailed to me long ago.]
And since the theme of this post seems to morphing again and that I usually post some vapid music video, here’s C&C with a sweet betime song. (Daughters Bunkessa and Bunkarina both know all the words to this. I dunno why and neither do you.)
[6PM UPDATE BONUS! Been busier than a dog with a bladder problem in a fire hydrant factory the past few weeks. As a result, I didn’t catch this video from Aussie Phil until yesterday. I’d axed him to gimme a taste of Aussie slang, and he posted THIS. It’s all “Crododile Dundid” to me, but there are alot of recobanizable puns in the video. Tip O’ the Tarboosh to Phil… he’s in Room 534.
Here’s the video, but for this yank it really needs captioning. No offense to the only supporters in the world of the Vegemite industry. [Y’all rock, mates.]
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[Welcome Grow-A-Brain readers! The post you’re prolly looking for is the previous one. Feel free to crawl around here as much as you like, just leave a trail of breadcrumbs to find your way back out.
— Bunk.]
One reason health insurance is so high is because the insurance companies also have to insure catwalk models. You couldn’t get me to do it… or maybe you could for the right price, but it wouldn’t be pretty.
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Another 20 pounds and they wouldn’t have these problems.
[Video from here.]
[UPDATE 11 APR O8: This one outdoes the others. From Arbroath.]
[UPDATE 14 April 2008. The video from Arbroath was yanked from the Utoobage… some folks just have no sense of humor. Here’s the gist: Last model cuts across runway without knowing that the runway is “U” shaped with a plastic panel hiding the void between the legs of the “U”. She falls through, and a man trots down the runway to help her out. A second man, not to be outdone, follows the first, steps in the same void that claimed the model. Duelling ignoseconds caught on video. Anyone have a fresh link?]
Tacky Raccoons 
