Sometimes it takes a home-brew bazooka to elicit the mating call of the moronicus domesticus. Listen to the lovely tittering call they make after they perform their fuel/air/tinder ceremony. Time for the survivors to mate. Alas, there are no females of the species available nearby. Can’t imagine why. Girls go in big for homemade bazookas, I’m told.
Not sure if this qualifies for this blog. He’s not reading a comic book. Oh, well.
(Thanks to all around capo di tutti capi Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
But these are new. They look human… sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.
I don’t like using the term “fantastic” to refer to something better described as memorable, or notable, or even extraordinary. That way, when I see something like this fellow and his robotic arm, I can say, “That’s fantastic.”
How a sonic boom works.