Nuge Of The World

Ted Nugent, a Michigan-born conservative who has endorsed Obama’s presumed Republican challenger in the November elections, Mitt Romney, drew Secret Service attention with his blunt remarks about Obama and administration officials at the NRA event.

“We need to ride into that battlefield and chop their heads off in November,” Nugent said at the convention.

U.S. Representative Debbie Wasserman Schultz, chairwoman of the Democratic National Convention, responded earlier this week, saying “threatening violence – or whatever it is that Nugent’s threatening – is clearly beyond the pale.” [via]

In response to Wasserman-Schultz, Nugent was typically blunt and to the point.

“Now what you gotta do, I’ll tell you what you gotta do You got to pretend your face is a Maserati It’s a Maserati It’s a Maserati It’s a gettin’ hotty It’s a Maserati, Maserati, Maserati It’s a fast one too man, that thing’s turbocharged You feel like a little fuel injection honey? I’ll tell ya about it, I’ll tell you about it I gotta get that hood scoop off, shine and shine and buff I’ll check out the hood scoop I gotta buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, Yeah, shiny now baby, heh heh heh You’ve been drivin’ all night long It’s time to put the old Maserati away.”

[Update: Photo in the screen cap was misidentified.
It is not Ted Nugent, it is Sammy Hagar. – Bunk.]

[Update II: Although the above is mostly snark, this is not. h/t RoL.]

Andy Boy’s Contribution To The World

Andy Boy was a major manufacturer of broccoli in the 1960s. Unfortunately one strain was inedible, so Mr. Boy, always the innovator, turned it into one of the most popular hairstyles ever.

Subsequently Andy re-engineered the vegetable and they have a booming business today.

[Disclaimer: This post is satire and is in no way intended to disparage or impugn The Andy Boy Company or its produce. All in fun. Image found here.]

Worse than Dog Breath

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Although there are two cats around here that Bunk denies ownership of, other members of the Family Strutts claim to know about catbreath. (Word is it’s nasty. I’ll stay with the possums… at least they don’t climb up on my lap, stare at my chin stubble, and say, “H-h-h-howdy.”)

[Image from Ms. Cellanea.]