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Remember Foto Funnies from National Lampoon? That was the one with the lady with the grotesquely outsized breasteses (no Photoshop in those days; those monsters were real).

I always felt sorry for that lady.

Huh. I wonder why this photo made me think of two huge tits?

Boobs, S.Weasel, two big boobs. I miss National Lampoon.

This is so not the lady. The lady I remember, her breasteses were six or eight times the size of this lady.

Really grotesque.

Who the hell goes putting in a dress shirt and tie in the middle of the work day? Obviously, those two “regular folks.”

I remember that woman. I still have a vivid memory of the National Lampoon cover with a Russian Woman Olympian. Ha! Gender confusion.

Let me spin it for the Whitehouse: “That’s not what Joe Biden meant to say. It was more a re-iteration of what he said back several months ago, about testing Barack. He meant when Barack gets tested as a new President Joe will be saying some really crazy shit that will make people worry.”

Looks like what we call ‘crazy golf’ over here.

Oh, yeah, Uncle B. Good call. We call it miniature golf.

Obama’s so cool, I bet he could putt it right into the windmill on his first try…

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A couple of new posts popped up at Wuzzadem recently. Remember Wuzzadem? Creator of Mr. Stick Figure? John was hilarious when he got going. His wife, not so much. Around election time, they got the rats with the Right, squeezed out a couple of angry, petulant posts and rolled up the blog. They still wuz dems, I reckon.

Well, she appears to be back posting as Mrs RINO. Here’s a sample:

T. Boone Pickens understood the importance of getting back in the game and, subsequently, made the effort to regain ground lost to liberals on energy related issues (which, in most cases, also happen to be national security issues), and he undertook this mission as a lone soldier.

Why? Because purists on the right (who are afraid of being within 20 feet of Al Gore) can’t quite wrap their brittle little minds around this strategy.

Why? Beats me. What’s not conservative about contributing to this national debate, the outcome of which affects all Americans? How does bringing some expertise, ingenuity, and common sense to this table betray conservative values?

The sad thing is, the purists aren’t all that pure. When it comes to substance abuse, XXX porn, religion bashing, gutterspeak, and other vacuous caverns of our popular culture, the moron overlords on the right appear downright eager to share the spotlight with the tragically hip on the left – and, like a gaggle of pimply-faced teenagers who can’t land a date, they will do whatever it takes to make the cool, even though they stand zero chance of ever fulfilling this lofty goal.

Brittle little minds yourself. I can’t remember the last time a few paragraphs of blogorrhea so made me want to sneak up behind someone and smack her over the head with an entrenching tool.

Did they get into a particular tangle with Ace? Anyone know? The word “morons” to describe the Right features prominently more than once.

I am the Queen of England!
I am the Queen of France!
And if you don’t believe me,
I’ll punch you in the pants!
—large-breastsesed woman with boxing gloves, National Lampoon, when it was funny

That’s the lady, jw!

She and I were engaged at one time, although she may not have been aware of it.

Tony Hendra, one of the original National Lampoon editors used to cheat off of Stephen Hawking in grade school.

If you had to pick someone to cheat off of…

PJ O’Rourke was on-staff, too. I think he might have been a Lefty then. He was known for wearing white suits, wasn’t he? Like Tom Wolf?

I like this one: ZOMG! He made a phone call!

I have a tingle. No, that’s just acid reflux.

Trots ‘n Bonnie. Son O’God comics. Surprise Posters (my favorite, of course, was Brown Eye).

Yeah, O’Rourke was on staff (although I don’t think he was ever a true Lefty), as was Doug Kenney (the chicken-looking geek in Animal House who says “Well, what the hell we ‘sposed to do, ya moron?”).

There are a lot like that. I’d make fun of it harder, but I have a feeling some little lens monkey followed Bush around and took the same kind of fluffy tripe. Maybe not as happy about it, but I bet the photos are out there somewhere.

PJ O’Rourke a lefty? Wow, if he was he sure got better. AND..

Howcomewhy the weasel on the comments page at the top gallops and the one on the main page doesn’t? And howcomewhy does it always stop in the same position? Tried for 12 hrs to get the gallop to stop at another point. There is a point at which perseverance becomes stupidity and I guess I resemble that remark.

And MK Brown. True Western Romance. Mercury, Messenger of God. And later, Aunt Mary’s Kitchen.

What’s your browser, Tesla? It doesn’t work at all in IE. In Opera and Chrome, I can make the weasel stop anywhere I like. I believe I right click and stop it though.

The one on the front and the one inside are two different ones. At one time, I had a grand plan to make every graphic on the blog animate if you moused over it.

Sadly, I ran into technical difficulties: most browsers make you click before it’ll animate the first time. And Explorer won’t work at all. They’re just Flash animations, but somehow having them inside a blog frame breaks them for IE.

Pity. It would’ve been bitchin’.

I’m sure of that Weasel. I’m just goofing on the commenters on the photo. It’s embarrassing that supposed adults gush over the most trivial of things.

Oh, the comments are appalling, Allen.

Hey, have y’all heard Earl Pitts on the radio? I just heard today’s show. He’s classic redneck.

“It’s about as much fun as having a rabid skunk in your pants.”

Now that’s a visual.

Frakkin’ IE, Sniff, sniff. I have no running weasels.

S. Weasel, I’m running Firefox. Guess I should have said it was really a rhetorical question sorta. Thanks for the answer, though. Just like watching the weasel run-I’m easily entertained. I even like to watch tv ads. Some of the best ever have come from jolly old England.

Earl Pitts does some truck driver training videos. How and why to keep a log book up to date with him getting caught, fined and wondering why he never has enuf money to buy a bitchin bass boat.Didn’t know he had a radio thingy. thx Allen

Opera makes ya click once before the weasel runs, and then it does stop in the same place, at least for me.

And Madam Wuzzadem is right in one respect, Sweasel. This “purist” on the right is afraid to be in the same county as Algore, let alone 20 feet. The fat SOB is so full of hot air and bullshit that when he blows it’s gonna cause a whole lot of collateral damage. I’m keeping my distance.

And some glamor mag picked Obama’s beauties, or some such. Bank O’boner’s hotties. Joe Biden didn’t make the cut. 🙂

They aren’t really supposed to spend much time together for security reasons, too. Not just assassination risk, mind you. They could also spontaneously form a singularity of stupid.

Of course, if they did, and it sucked DC into a vortex of nothingness, I would laud them to the heavens for all time.

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2240628/posts?q=1&;page=151#161

I must admit, the running weasel was one of the things that ensnared me initially. It’s just so damn cool.

the weasel runs? Damn, I miss all the good stuff.

I was ensnared by the drawing (and comentary) of Ward Churchill all done up ala middle aged indian w/loin cloth. Now that was funny.

So you’re saying that image isn’t photoshopped? Huh.

Jesus fuck. I’ve just read the comments for those photos. Talk about losing one’s faith in humanity.

‘Ooh, what a lovely picture. I think I just came in my pants. Now I’m going to draw some pictures of some unicorns and rainbows! Weee!’

God, people are such idiots.

Nope, I haven’t touched the image, Gibby. Well, I made it black and white and I cropped it. I was very, very tempted to make them both lean slightly more, but I decided it was sufficiently goofy without.

I don’t think this pic is in the official photo feed. Granted, I didn’t check all the photos, I couldn’t stand that much skittle-shitting unicorny goodness.

http://media.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/photos/obama100sm/obama100_20.jpg

There’s a photo contest for it over at Discarded Lies, which I would link to, but then I’d be cold, frightened, and alone.

Looks like a huge moth landed on the side of his head! I can see the sunlight shining through its wing…oh.

My bad.