More Cute Spiders!

I wouldn't mind getting caught in this web.

Actually, that's Lucky St. James (aka Juliana Mabry) doing her Burlesque act at Le Cabaret Rouge in Houston. Très beau!

Her father built the spider web and frame that she uses for this bit. He told her "I don't want to know what it's for."

Cute Wittle Spiders.

Here's what my kid wanted for Easter, so we went to the petstore and picked one out.

The spider itself was only $17, it was all of the ancillary stuff; cage, special soil, log spider house, fake plant, humidity gauge, spidey water bowl, heat lamp, and live crickets for spider chow that made it cost around $110.

Well, he gets a kick out of feeding the crickets to the thing and he's named her "Medussa". It's neat to watch her feed and make her webs;

much better than some smelly poo-making rabbit or duckie.

More Cute Blondes!

Her name is Alison Damore. She's sort-of done some acting; local commercials, comedy fundraisers, etc. Her primary claim to fame is that she was one of the Motorsports Unlimited girls, doing public appearances and TV while in a skimpy (but tasteful) costume which included feathers.
Best of all, she looks just as hot when wet as she does dry.

More Cute Bears!

Don't you just wanta pat this wittle guy's head and feed him marshmellows? He looks like if you could just poke him in the tummy he'd giggle. Well, that's not a very good idea, because his mommy is one of the largest land predator's in North America and will rip your throat out with her massive sharp claws, jump up-and-down on your writhing carcass until it stops twitching, and then stuff your corpse under pile of dead tree branches until it ages a bit so that she can come back in a couple of days and have what's left for a snack. Bon Appetit! :)

When Schnauzers Attack!

It's Mr. Barky Von Schnauzer to the rescue.

He's even got his own website: http://mrbarkyvonschnauzer.ytmnd.com/

(I know, I know...it's irritating, but what do you expect from a dog? I mean, they lack most cognitive abilities and prehensile, opposible thumbs/forefingers. He probably has to type one letter at a time with those clumbsy front paws.)

Anyway...

In this picture:

He's attacking Poultricide, the creepy evil chicken from an earlier post on this very blog.

Bear Fight!

"Why, you...I oughta...!"

The Great Pig Massacre.

I went to this place near Salado, Texas where they let us shoot all the pigs that we wanted to.

After we shot most of the pigs the rest of them ran off. So, we shot empty cans and stuff. I even shot an old refrigerator, one that didn't work anymore.

Then we went back to this cabin and drank lots of whiskey. I couldn't believe this guy (his name is Curtiss) actually put his mouth on one of the dirty things. Yuck! I didn't get THAT drunk.

Evidently, the people who own this place don't like pigs. That's why they wanted us to kill them.

They aren't muslims or anything...I think they're Catholics, but they just don't like pigs.