SPACE GHOST: King like that
SPACE GHOST: King like that don’t need hair. Speaking of hair, what’s up with your ‘do?
GEORGE CLINTON: Oh, my ‘do. Well, what comes around, went that way. And I can get around, you know what I’m sayin’?
SPACE GHOST: No. I wear a hood.
GEORGE CLINTON: You wear a ‘hood? I, I live in a ‘hood. You have a ‘hood, yeah, but how would I wear a ‘hood?
SPACE GHOST: It’s not hard. I take an entire neighborhood, put it on my head and dance around where the neighborhood used to be. The people who live in the neighborhood are terrified by my hopping, and some of them fall off my head and are trampled. It is then that the dance becomes a dance of sadness.
GEORGE CLINTON: Why are you tellin’ me this?
SPACE GHOST: Because I care about the innocent victims of my ill-advised dance of joy.
GEORGE CLINTON: Oh…
SPACE GHOST: Fries don’t come with that deadly shake.
GEORGE CLINTON: Oh, my ‘do. Well, what comes around, went that way. And I can get around, you know what I’m sayin’?
SPACE GHOST: No. I wear a hood.
GEORGE CLINTON: You wear a ‘hood? I, I live in a ‘hood. You have a ‘hood, yeah, but how would I wear a ‘hood?
SPACE GHOST: It’s not hard. I take an entire neighborhood, put it on my head and dance around where the neighborhood used to be. The people who live in the neighborhood are terrified by my hopping, and some of them fall off my head and are trampled. It is then that the dance becomes a dance of sadness.
GEORGE CLINTON: Why are you tellin’ me this?
SPACE GHOST: Because I care about the innocent victims of my ill-advised dance of joy.
GEORGE CLINTON: Oh…
SPACE GHOST: Fries don’t come with that deadly shake.
That is all.
I didn't take this
I didn’t take this picture. I don’t know who did.
Wheeeee
Because there may be (one or two) People Still Living who still haven’t seen this, and because I’ve emptied a few bottles this evening (spot the telegraphing of the thematic whatchamacallit! Yes! I am win!), and because every time I see it, it makes me giggle like a Robotic Giggling Machine from the Future, I give you Gonads and Strife. Enjoy. Again.
(And if ya liked them apples, be sure not to miss the epic Schoolbus!)
Edit : Unrelated flash oddness – Why is the dog being pooped on, and why does Panasonic™ think that’s a good thing? Only the Japanese public knows.
Here's a truck stop
“Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s
Mr Wonderchicken’s gone wrestlin’….”
Twenty years today
Twenty years today since John Belushi died, aged 33. Couldn’t handle his drugs. Lame bastard. But I loved him anyway.
Google Imagewhack : intoxicating flatulence
Google Imagewhack : intoxicating flatulence
I’d love to know how the hell this happened. I used to go to that theatre all the damn time, and it’s a Google Imagewhack for intoxicating+flatulence. Perhaps I left my mark there in ways I hadn’t previously realized…
Edit : I find this one more than a little amusing, too.
Comments? comments.
Have a yen…
Have a yen for some public defecation, coprophagia, bestiality, and a peppy soundtrack? The wonderchicken is happy to comply. Is it the latest from stileproject or one of the other net.cesspools? Nope, it’s a new Korean flash cartoon – cute, but somewhat disturbing. (Warning : don’t go there if you’re easily offended.) I think it’s kind of amusing, in a twisted way, but then I’m evil incarnate, me. Almost as much poop-oriented fun as this good old standby : Chil-la – The Ass Shooter Game (which I originally marvelled at here.)
The mind would boggle if it weren’t taking a year off.
That is odd, isn’t it? comments.
I'm getting softheaded
I’m getting softheaded in my old age, but I found this greatly amusing, if perhaps a bit MeFi obscure.
Edit : How is this Korea-related? Well, it’s not. That’s twice in two days I’ve broken my own rules. Bum.
The numbers are out to get me, doc…