It was really annoying and aggressive at first, but it tasted just like chicken. [Found here.]
Live Archaeopteryx Found Near Bayou La Batre
It was really annoying and aggressive at first, but it tasted just like chicken. [Found here.]
Tag: Food
Cinco De Mayo Taco Pizza. Have at it.
Just showed this to the missus. Her response was, “Taco pizza, pizza taco. What’s the difference?”
[Found *urp* here.]
Naked Bachelor Food
Originally posted on Imgur, some of the comments are amusing:
“FAKE ! the one on the Top Right is *clearly* Dr. Pepper.”
“And yet we shlorp out cranberry sauce that looks just like this every Thanksgiving and that’s ok.”
“If they think this is bad, they should see what vegetables look like before they’re harvested. Covered in DIRT. EW!”
“I thought these were candles.”
“I’m frankly impressed that the chicken noodle isn’t 90% broth.”
“Not gonna lie, my gut reaction is they all look delicious. Am I uncultured swine?”
“Soup is not supposed to be geometric I get it.”
“I find the lines oddly satisfying.”
[Found here.]
If There’s Somethin’ Strange In Your Neighborhood…
Boy’s Life Magazine November 1927 – Happy Thanksgiving!
Excerpt from L.K. Smith’s short story:
In the early years of this country’s formation, Thanksgiving was celebrated intermittently as a time of a bountiful harvest, an insurance policy against winter starvation, and thanks were given to God. It wasn’t until 1863 that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.
Have a great Holiday, and I hope that the children and grandchildren still fight over the wishbone. –Bunk
Shut up and eat it.
[h/t C. Robinson via FB.]
Update: I had pre-scheduled this post with the assumption that Hillary Clinton would win the Election since all the polls and talking heads said she would. I am pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
There is still hope for this Great Country.
Bunk’s Grumpkin
20 minutes start to finish, no template. I was going for a Samoan Luche Libre kinda vibe. In the sun it looks like The Donald, but that wasn’t the intent.
We had a total of three trick-or-treaters. One was a little yappy dog. The other two were adult women begging for candy, and one of them thought jogging pants and a sweatshirt and carrying a little yappy dog counts as a costume. The other one was wearing crow feathers. Her outfit was awesome, and she’s completely nuts.
Then The Missus got HER knives out.
These were good, orange bell peppers stuffed with rice, corn and black bean farts. I love Halloween.
Tacky Raccoons 