Fainting Goats |
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Don't Tailgate This Dude! |
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The Joy of Teasing Dogs |
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Dramatic Rescue of Dog from Freezing Sea |
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Edward Gory's "Mystery" Intro |
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"You Like Me, You Really, Really, Like Me" |
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Public Fornication- Underwater Style |
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Best Bus Stop Ever? |
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Human Mattress Dominoes World Record |
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It's the same old story: Boy polar bear likes girl polar bear (bear-ess). Polar bearess ain't so sure so, naturally, she strings him along, playing hard to get. Bear gets tired and thinks to himself, 'no bearess is worth all this nonsense. Dueces!'. Upon realizing what she's lost, polar bearess is convinced, in hind sight, that it was true love all along. But it's too late. Polar bear has found a skiing robot damsel in distress to admire.
It's an annoying fact of life that most New Yorkers face; despite laws to the contrary, some New York cabbies just refuse to take you to your destination if it is not convenient to them. This age old dispute, along with the inebriated state of the fare, is allegedly what started this confrontation. What makes this showdown stand out from the many clashes that take place between cabbies and their passengers everyday, besides the fact that it got physical, is the sheer obstinance of both parties. The passenger just keeps getting back in the cab and cabbie just keeps on tossing! Props to the lady sweeping the side walk for being completely un-phased in true New Yorker fashion.
Remember this short lived game show that basically annihilated the lives of its contestants and their families? Watch the whole clip, then let's see if we've got this straight... The solution for insulting his wife's looks, and upping her insecurity by admitting he lusts after her sisters and his friend's wives (although admittedly the timeline is unclear there), is to alter his wife's breasts (not say, groveling, or intensive couple's counseling..) But, hey, seems like everyone's happy so, la heim!?
So true! The things we do to make day-to-day life a little more interesting. It's funny to see all these games acted out and collected in one place. On second thought, it's kinda like an invasion of our inner thoughts... What games do you play? (If you wanna keep them to yourself that's okay too.)
OMFG. We may never swim in the ocean again! This happens way more than you probably think. According to one source there are at last 14 cases of dolphin rape reported each year in the United States. Anyhoo, here's a tamer case that's actually pretty funny. No penetration, no grabbing limbs with their prehensile penises and pulling swimmers under (true occurrence!!!), just a little seemingly consensual humping action... good time had by all!
Probably the cutest thing you'll see all day.
Like a true redneck.
Get you out of cop cars.
With the recent attempt by Amtrak to cause a riot aboard a Baltimore to Philadelphia train, I thought this would be a good time to compare U.S. train travel to that of Japan. After drawing up a table of comparisons, I realized I was wasting my time. I think these two pictures carry the message.
Japan:

United States:


As some of you may have guessed, my thoughts on Christmas are a little conflicted. It's not like I have a vendetta against it like some people think. I mean, good for them. They managed to co-opt the solstice celebration. I'm not crazy about it, but it's not like I don't put up a tree and a few wreaths.
The thing that drives me nuts is the Santa Claus thing. Namely the notion that I invented Santa Claus to take the spotlight off Jesus during his birthday. Some say his name is "Santa" because it's just "Satan" with the "N" placed in front of the "T". I feel slightly insulted by the notion that I can turn into a serpent on a whim and tempt Eve out of paradise, but that when concocting a campaign to influence every Christian child in the world for hundreds of years I would just spell my name with a few letters switched around.

My consultation with Genghis Khan notwithstanding, the real front lines of this war are in Australia, where Victorian Premiere Ted Ballieu has taken on the Scrooge role and told everyone in Parliament that just because they're the government, they shouldn't be drunk on the job - even during Christmas! At least the article features a picture of a really cool tray that holds 8 glasses of beer. I bet that tray was headed to someone who, like Mr. Ballieu's colleagues, understands the true meaning of Christmas: making sure you pass out face-down in a safe area.

Christmas. Yeah, we're going there. I never said this would be a smooth ride. Christmas is of course the celebration of the day Jesus was born and placed in a manger because there was "no room at the inn". Seriously? Who was running this inn? Messianic prophecy or not, it's a couple who had a baby 5 minutes ago, you can't make some space? Hell wouldn't even pull that shit, and we're talking about a place that dedicates an entire high-rise to gleefully forcing glass shards under the eyelids of false witnesses.
Christmas is also the beginning of Christmastide, the so-called 12 days of Christmas, made famous in the song of the same name. Allow me to take a breath before going into this one. Let's think about this. The first 4 days, the singer's "true love" - and I put that in quotations because I'm not sure I buy that designation for reasons I'll explain - gives her (Yeah, her. I've lived so long I stopped counting my age when we went from Roman to Arabic numerals, and I can tell you this: chicks don't buy guys multiple swans. Sorry boys, ain't gonna happen.) a partridge (with tree), 2 turtle doves, 3 french hens, and 4 colly birds. The song seems to suggest that these things are stacked every day, so on the first day it's a partridge in a pear tree, and on the second day it's 2 turtle doves and a second partridge in a pear tree, and so on. I'm going to assume that's not the case, and that each subsequent mentioning of a gift is a reference to the original, and not a duplicate gift. If I'm wrong, then what I took to be merely absurd is actually whatever is above absurd. Preposterous?
It seems too powerful to be true, but what do I know??
You haven't seen true brilliance, until you see 'Under Pressure' performed by Kermit the Frog.
You haven't seen true brilliance, until you see 'Under Pressure' performed by Kermit the Frog.