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I have to wonder what’s really going on here. The caption says these are U.S. Marines watching as a dude from the Thai Navy catches a cobra with his bare hands during a “jungle survival exercise,” but look at them. They’re chuckling and taking photos!
Is there some part of “jungle survival exercise” that seems to confuse them? Do they think this is just a Thai ventriloquist act?
Have these guys been led to believe that if they’re a polite audience, they’ll get to go to the swim-up bar for coconut rum drinks and satay?
Oscars for the arty Havarti movie?
Looking through our photo files, I keep seeing pictures of people wearing special glasses. I should check that out.
Where have you been, Blog Guy? They’re watching “Avatar” in 3D. It’s a blockbuster Oscars contender!
A film about a semi-soft Danish cheese? I hate subtitles.
No, you big imbecile, the cheese is Havarti, which would be different. This is “AVATAR.”
CrowGirl, you poor, deprived third-world child. Raisinets are chocolate covered raisins. I’ve never seen one in the light. Nobody has, because you just eat them at movies.
Come back with my money, Supergirl!
Hey Blog Guy, you haven’t written much lately about the Goofy Face Museum and Doughnut Shop, which I know is your pride and joy. Got any new exhibits coming up?
As a matter of fact, yes. We’ve been in delicate and costly negotiations for weeks, to get a goofy-face shot of that British skier, Chemmy Alcott, ahead of the Winter Olympics. Here it is, for the first time ever!
Um, not to complain or anything, but that’s not a very goofy face.
Look, she’s a skier, not a weight-lifter or a tennis player. She’s doing her very best to look silly here, so cut her some slack. It took a two-day photo shoot just to come up with this one.
Topless voters, nothing up their sleeves…
Blog Guy, I notice you provided full coverage of the Costa Rica elections over the weekend, but not the voting in Ukraine. How about some news from there?
Sure, okay. From looking quickly through our photo file, I guess people voted.
Is that one of those places where they put blue ink on your finger, to make sure you don’t vote twice?
No, it seems their system is, you take your shirt off when you vote, so you can’t vote twice. I believe it’s the voting system Hugh Hefner designed.
She gots a black skirt, Shra.
The words Ukraine, Red, and Communism make me see, well, red! Stop teasing me! I could go off and start shooting again!
Where’s my bitey snake?
Get closer to the bricks, Honey, and pout a little….
Blog Guy, I have a photography question for you.
Well you know, we do have a very cool photography blog.
Yeah, but I really trust your hard-hitting, reliable information. So my question is, let’s say you had a bricked-up spot where an ATM used to be, and you wanted to get a photo of it.
Crowgirl,
When was your first post on the blog? I think it was around then.
That’s gonna hurt coming off…
What a frickin’ crap-fest of a day day this is!
Here I am, sittin’ outside under the bananas, peeling green beans! I hope my friends don’t see me. Could it get any worse?
Say, who are those goofballs coming up the street?
Because she thinks that you’re serious about showing up?
This is just my guess, though. Maybe Shra just needs a good cry.
There there. (pat pat pat) It’ll be all right!
And please, Shra, don’t staple me to this here desk chair! I would hate having to go to town with this chair stapled to me bum!
On the other hand, if it makes you feel better, staple away! Just, please? Not in the face? Please?
Jeez officer, just THROW your gun at the target!
Welcome back to another installment of our regular feature, “Stuff Maybe we Should have Explained in the Caption, but Didn’t.” We are told these officers are holding targets during a demonstration to demand “more resources to combat violence…”
Resources? What kind of resources?
Better training? It looks like not a single one of them seems to be able to hit a target. I say fire ‘em all and hire cops who can hit something!
Ah, Doc, there are so many very cool guys on there to have to pick just one to emulate!
I think the delusional ranger is my fave character, over all. When he said something about getting some small metal shavings and placing them in boiling water until they screamed is maybe the best of the best moments for him!
However, I do like Montrose, the Explosive Expert, for my everyday admiration. Not that there aren’t so many other people on the show that bring up memories…
But I started out at about age 8 or 9, blowing up some T poles that my mother thought were her clothes line poles, for some reason.
Ah, give me some CO2 cartridges, some sort of explosive, a radio battery and some pen springs, and I will come on over and shorten inwardly some T poles for you!
Or maybe some ’strike anywhere’ match heads, some aluminum foil, and a loaded BB gun. About enough match heads to match the size of your head would do nicely!
Oh! Yeah! The wifey IS going out shopping, yes? For some reason, wives don’t seem to understand the explody goodness of me!
And did you just get your hair done, Mrs Docky?
Unca ‘Eddie Haskell’ Rastus
And heeeeeeeeeeeeeere’s Lonnie!
I am not making this up.
“Mr. Basler,” an actual reader writes in, “On behalf of all the Lonnies in the world…could you use another name? I really enjoy your work but it pains me to see my name attributed to people of deficit intelligence.”
The e-mail is signed, of course, “Lonnie.”
Could this reader be right? Is there a chance that totally unaware, I’ve been picking on the proud Lonnies of the world?
Any unhappy workers, raise your hands!
Staff, I like to think of you as my friends, not just the little pissant scumbags I boss around…
I know you’re all wondering…slurp… about this team-building exercise…slurp…
Some of you have said morale is low in my department, though I can’t imagine…slurp…why. Shut the frick up, Lamar, I’ll tell you when to talk.
I guess he’s seen a dart gun before, Earl!
I’ll tell you what, Earl, this ain’t good. When a tiger escapes from a zoo, somebody notices something like that!
I got it under control, Boss!
Under control? It’s Family Day here, a huge tiger is stalking the grounds looking for lunch, and it’s under control?
now that does sound idyllic….
and I like M’s idea of “Panic in the City”…. he he he he!!
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Let’s all just settle down and have some cheese filled raisinettes and some nice goblets of cobra blood!
Why, I do believe that Dr Hannibal would agree that this would be up there with his chianti and fava beans!
So, don’t worry about it, beachbum! We insist that you have the last glass!
There! That was nice of us, wasn’t it?