[Original image at top found here. The others are mine because I got bored one night. It happens.]
Tag: red
The .Gif Friday Post No. 655 – Fido Fort, Streaming the Sliders & Skydancer Attack
Three, two, one…
The .Gif Post Friday No. 615 – Scantily-Clad Blonde Eating Cherries, Naked Shoe Girl & A RoboDog Plays In The Snow
Hot Links con Huevos y Salchichas
WIN.
These are Maori War Faces (minus one).
Her knees are real and they’re fabulous.
I hear, “Brain Needle.” It’s The McGurk Effect. Oh, and I hear “Yanny.”
If you ever need to fold a 5 dollar bill into something completely awesome, this is how.
Retiree uses a common Microsoft program to create artwork, and it’s NOT MSPaint. He uses MSExcel.
Guess which three countries contribute the most to plastic pollution of the oceans, then click here.
My respect for the late Muhammad Ali just went down a notch or two. Ohio Democrat Congressman Wayne Hays, Sly Stone, an unidentified British Jew and Ali discussed racism on The Mike Douglas Show.
[Top image: That’s Bambi Nicklen’s heel. Story here.]
REDTRUNK
The hills of Western Hungary, after a flood of toxic red sludge from an alumina plant engulfed several towns and burned people through their clothes.
Nope. Not a Photoshop.
[Found here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No.227 – Water Nymph, Fashion Ghost & REDЯUMp
That REDЯUMp .gif belongs to jaw-dropper Christina Hendricks. We’re told she had a birthday yesterday, May 3rd.
[An aside: Today is the 42nd Anniversary of something that went down on May 4th 1970, and it’s eerily similar to what’s going down today. Pay attention.]
Bunk’s Second Ride: Pre-Babe Magnet
Definitely not a babe magnet, but at that age I wasn’t interested and didn’t care.
I remember cruising around a lot in this rockin’ mobile (in my mind, in the basement, in my underwear) with the (imaginary) wind blowing through my flattop, and every station on the (pretend) radio playing either “WipeOut,” “Beechwood4-5789,” or “Witch Doctor.” No commercials.
And I’d completely forgotten about all of that until I slowly cruised through a Russian website. As soon as I spotted an Original BunkMobile, I jammed my right foot through the cardboard box brake pedal, broke the the toilet plunger dowel that served as an emergency handbrake, and I spun out on Dead Man’s Curve. With quick reflexes, I recovered in time to right-click and click “Save Image As.” No injuries, no damage; brakes are good, tires fair.
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But that was my second ride. My first ride was a chrome steel tube framed chair that hooked over the back of the front seat of Poppa Strutt’s 1960 Chevy BelAire.
The red-vinyl seat came equipped with a cloth cinch-belt, a little plastic steering wheel with a horn that Pappa Strutts dismantled before I knew that it was supposed to beep, and absolutely nothing to anchor the car seat to the car.
It was designed so that on an emergency stop, the Lil’ Roadmaster Car Seat launches Lil’ Roadmaster into the rearview mirror to prevent Lil’ Roadmaster’s noggin from penetrating the windshield. Pure efficient genius.
Which brings up a good question: Why aren’t we all dead?
[Image from here.]
Tacky Raccoons 