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Tractor porn, apparently.

See, yeah, I knew there was a lot of free-floating testosterone wafting around this blog. I just didn’t know so much of it belonged to the guys.

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Comment from BGG
Time: January 23, 2008, 9:04 pm

Hubba hubba! Or whatever. I just wanted to get in the first comment. Speaking of porn, I actually read a serious report at work the other day with the words “manually manipulating their genitalia” in it. I kid you not.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 23, 2008, 9:28 pm

Hey, BGG! It’s good to see your smiling ASCII. I miss your blog. It was one of my favorite morning reads…


Comment from BGG
Time: January 24, 2008, 8:29 am

Yeah, I needed to take a break while I focus on a couple of big projects but I’ll be baaaaack! Plan to pick it back up again in the spring.


Comment from lizardbrain
Time: January 24, 2008, 10:00 am

Tracks and a dump body? Oman. I want three of ’em.

It even has a halo…


Comment from Pupster
Time: January 24, 2008, 10:21 am

He looks like a friend of Thomas the Tank Engine.

Dudwin the Dumper?


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: January 24, 2008, 11:06 am

It’s currently outside pulling down trees! There is no end to what this truck can do!


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 24, 2008, 11:12 am

If it can perform one or two other – ahem – services, I swear I’ll marry it. I looked up some ebay prices: those things are not cheap.


Comment from Lokki
Time: January 24, 2008, 2:13 pm

Weasel –

I really don’t know why you are so surprised about our manly love for Tractors.

It simply T’was ever thus

Love of Tractors is merely a slight mutation of the gene which makes men like motorcycles, and machine guns. Men LOVE ANYTHING that goes fast, makes loud noises, and is dangerous.

Lokki thinks Odd; Why does Mrs. Lokki suddenly come to mind?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 24, 2008, 2:34 pm

I don’t know, Lokki. It’s this particular tractor I don’t get. I mean, okay…treads. That’s pretty cool. I guess. But the rest of it is just, like, a giant tea tray. A giant tea tray on treads. Meh.

Now, a jolly yellow JCB, that I could see. Or a steam-powered motorcycle or gunpowder-fired post-hole digger or something.

Oh…they knocked down the giant hedge at the foot of the garden today (using the teatray on treads) and tomorrow they’re burning it in a huge bonfire. If they don’t burn the whole damn place to the ground, it’s going to take me FOREVER to get the smell of testosterone out of Badger House.


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: January 24, 2008, 4:26 pm

Is that lens flare the sun or a photoshop addition?
Is there such a thing as a gunpowder-fired post-hole digger? That sounds dangerous and ill conceived, which trumps caterpillar tracks in terms of cool every time. It also reminds me of the Orion project, which, for those of you not aware, was a project for designing a form of propulsion for a spacecraft by dropping nuclear bombs out of the back, detonating them, and then riding the blast as a way to generate momentum.
The anti-nuclear crowd were instrumental in getting the project killed off from what I can tell. These are the same people who went on to become enviro-weenies who, if they had their way, would insist that the mini-lorry-on-caterpillar-treads be scrapped and made into an artifical coral or something.
Nazis.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Orion_%28nuclear_propulsion%29


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 24, 2008, 4:35 pm

Pure Photoshop. I didn’t have time to ‘Shop in cherubs and draperies.


Comment from lizardbrain
Time: January 25, 2008, 9:38 am

The P-shop artifact looks like an incorporeal being, possibly an angel, driving the tractor.

How about a post-hole digger that uses small nuclear bombs to drive the posts into the ground? That’d be way cool!

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