Saturday Matinee – Hatebird, Deathkitty, Spadina Bus, Magic Bus & the BorgMobile


HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE
[Found here, crossposted here.]


Metro found this oddity.  Reminded me of Karma Ghost, now on the Utoobage.


Spadina Bus:  Great find by Gabriel, who tried to hide it in the comments.


Can’t believe that this one rolled in 1968. I want it.

I was looking for a song that I heard in the mid-seventies that had these lyrics:

I want to be a bus;
I want to be a big bus;
I want to bus the world around;
I want to be the biggest bus to ever bus the world around.

The google machine didn’t help; neither did the Utoobage search. Meh.

And Now For Our Feature Presentation:
Ernest Borgnine On The Bus (Part 1).

Flying Half-Eaten Applebird

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[Found here.]

A Bird in the Mouf

After posting one image of a woman with a bird in her mouth here, why stop now?

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This is sexy.

Bird  in Mouth4

This is NOT sexy.

Bird  in Mouth3

This is, um, unnecessary.

Frog in Mouth Boy

But THIS is a timeless classic.

[Image sources credited via links above, except for the last one, as it’s been circulated for years.  Where is he now?]

The .GIF Friday Post 49: Snake Charmer Cat Bird

Sometimes no captions are needed, but sometimes they are.

Your choice.

Sushi for Squirrels

Sometimes you’re just hungry enough to eat it.

One story I read about the phrase “to eat crow” claims it went back to the War of 1812. Because there were no grocery stores on or near the battlefields (let alone anywhere), an occasional cease fire allowed the combatants to go hunting, while at the same time respecting the battle lines.

Seems that one of the rebels crossed that line while hunting for food, and shot a crow. A Brit caught him at gunpoint in British territory and disarmed him. The Brit, commenting that the Yank was not respecting the ceasefire, told the Yank to get the bird, and take a bite. The Yank, at gunpoint, did as directed.

As the cease-fire rules were still in effect, the Yank commented on the Brit’s firearm, that it appeared to be of very high quality, well machined, good stock, etc. The Brit, honoring the cease-fire, was flattered, and allowed the Yank to inspect his weapon.

The Yank then turned the weapon on the Brit, presented the crow (with one bite out of it) and said, “Okay. Now finish it.”

[Image found here.]