Fo’ty-Fo’ And The Space Aliens

I found a cubic shitload of strange and exciting photos here yesterday while I wasn’t doing my laundry. Later – when I wasn’t doing my grocery-shopping – I found even more over at the German sites.

These above are typical Space Aliens at home in their space transport, on their way to a physics symposium. The guy on the right has his Atomic Bopper with him. It’s for bopping enemies. And lunch.

…and here are two in earthling disguise, walking down a typical street in suburbia. Hard to spot – yes?

And this? this is a Dickhead.

Specifically, the above shot is of a spotted red Dickhead. They have no brains whatsoever. They run on momentum and pre-digested printer ribbons.

These two are not Dickheads. That’s a red-breasted Butthead on the left, and a blue Hairy – sometimes call a Pissface – on the right. We’re hoping they’ll go extinct soon. They smell a bit.

And here is a member of the Space Patrol. They drink a lot. Note the Val U Rite sidearm on her hip and her Utility Belt around her waist.

I’m thinking Eastern Euro-mil. But I’m usually wrong. I’d like to discuss something – anything – with the one on the right. The one on the left looks like my brother. Either one of them will shoot you for $20.

This is a orange-breasted Twintit. That is a real quantum black hole in her ear ring. Don’t touch it.

Teeth:

I think she needs to write Fo’ty-Fo’ on her butt. In 2012 she can write Fo’ mo’ fo’ Fo’ty-Fo’.

Rest In Peace, My Friend.

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Cranky

1953 – 2009

-God Bless-

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Therapeutic Mooning In DC: It’s Now A Target-Rich Environment

Update: welcome Cold Fury folks! Thanks for dropping by. Be sure to get vaccinated within the week!

Therapeutic Mooning has long been recognized by me as being good for the soul, and especially good for the circulation after all that Holiday food-binging.

See? Even the Travelocity Gnome knows what’s good for him. I found this Moon-Gnome over on E-bay and really should buy it. It suits me.

But the O’Stapo Pig-Cops in Orange County California have stomped down on the Amtrak mooners bigtime last year – the jackbooted thugs!

Mooning is a victimless crime! Mooners need love too! Mooners are a harsh mistress! Make Moon – not war!

(Photo: Mugs Away Saloon)

I posted something on the Amtrak mooning last March. I wonder if there is a connection? Naaa….

And here is a drunk alcoholic pot-smoker who – minutes after being released by the court – mooned all and sundry outside the courthouse (if I skimmed the article correctly). Pity there was no photo.

These are athletic teeth.

“In The Days Of My Youth…”

I have no particular post in mind right now. I’m gonna wing it. here – this is a photo I got somewhere. I don’t know where because I haven’t looked in my Photos For WordPress file yet. God knows what I’m gonna pull outa there…

*grits teeth*

Hey? That aren’t so bad. Is it?

I call it “The Unraveling Sweater”. I stole it from another German site yesterday. Those are very nice teeth – yes?

Likewise – German. The photo that is, not the lovely butt babes. I call this one, “Butt Babes.” I don’t know why.

Here is …*drum roll* …The Thumb!

It seems to be healing . . . kinda. Pity I didn’t wash the thumb before photo-ing.

Deal.

But the main reason I took the picture with the pistol (Charter Arms Undercover .38 Spl) is to show you that there is a itty-bitty nibbly bit missing from the thing. Yeah. Right there on the front end under the barrel. That odd-looking nut of a different color. There should be a blued knurled thingy up there, but it isn’t. It’s … not, presently.

That nutty thingy was on there when I bought the pistol from some guy at a gun show. Bought cheap. Really cheap. There’s a story about him, and his shaky hands, boozy breath, deep blood-red eyes, and nervous manner- but I doubt you’re interested. I’m sure it was simply a sleepless night.

I wonder if I can order that nibbly bit from somewhere? Y’think?

“There’s no one home! Come back tomorrow! We gave at the office!”

Here’s a painted lady. With teeth. I still say the Pravda Summer ‘08 vintage was better.

O’Boy, Lollipops, And Rainbows …

I don’t normally just swipe something from another blog and post it here, but this was kinda dedicated to me anyway over at Ruining The Internet – that would be daver’s place, y’know – so I went ahead.

I’ve run into this kind of Google thing before. Strange. Like, I’ll type in a term and mispell it. Say it was “peech pit” where the word peach is misspelled. Google will come back with “Did you mean “peach pit”? and I’ll click “yes” and the fuck will respond with “no such word “peach pit” found.”

Has everyone noticed that the First Lady is – well, a bit – shall I say – Teh Pudge? I haven’t. But I’m a bit dense sometimes.

Remember this guy below? My li’l sand-eating buddy?

Well – the photo I had was ’shopped! That second kid was never in the first one that I saw?

Ya just can’t trust anything nowadays.

I wouldn’t trust the teeth person below – that’s for sure.

Somehow, the post doesn’t quite feel done.

OK. Now it’s done.

I Gots Dem’ Ol’ Time Muslim Inauguration Blues!

The above photo depicts about how I feel right now. Poor Fido.

I’ve decided that for the next four years, or until I discontinue blogging, I am going to Make Snark at our O’Boy-In-Chief as he meanders his way through the trials and tribulations of – well – the world. The doofosity factor should be phenomenal.

Or, I’ll continue until the O’stapo™ dudes come and arrest me for Thought Crimes.

Here. Check this out:

The O’stapo™ would barge into my home and search my desktop (my real one – not the Windows one) – and come up with the above sinister documents! What could they be? Only my cohorts-in-crime over at Mitchieville would know what that revolutionary writing on the paper in the foreground is.

*And they wonder how I solve those puzzles so quickly! My Math-Fu is awesome!*

And this? This torn slip of a piece of paper shown below?

Just look at it – sitting there in all its secret criminal splender! That ain’t no shopping list! Or…is it?

Let’s look at it carefully!

Now what could these terms mean? Are they a secret code? Do they represent factors in the Master Plan? Check ‘em out:

Apprehension

Ass-Master

Pucker Poker

Flexible Flier

Bun Conqueror

Roger-Niner!

And what could the following apparent gibberish mean?

The above segment is almost intelligible. Look at that 2nd-to-the-last line:

$13.36/100 rnds.

What could that represent?

Here is a photo to tide you over:

I call him Frenchy!

These qualify as both Teeth People and a Boobage photo. So, according to Winter Rules, an additional photo is allowed.

There is only the tiniest bit of Teeth in this next shot, but the paleness of the subject more than makes up for no pearly whites – yes? She kinda looks like “E” Johnson, in Cherry 2000, doesn’t she?

I wanted to do some Science, but the Signs and Portents were all wrong.

The New Post!

Somehow, the above photo sums up my attitude right now. Rats.

I’m learning the R computer language. And It just isn’t going in like all the others I’ve learned over the decades. Matter of fact – it isn’t going in hardly at all. And its pissing me off mightily since the language is really pretty trivial.

I actually have a use, a need really, for the language. And my think-noodle is failing me.

Teeth. No R included.