Of all the sites on the internet, this is one.
Well, it looks like our Sikh motorcyclist who didn’t want to wear a helmet has been ordered to wear one. Good!
What I don’t understand is if nothing can be worn over the turbin, why not put the helmet on and the turbin on over the helmet? Or maybe there’s a rule against that too.
To all spammers: if you’re advertising increased penis-length, do not have the message come from Lorraine with a subject of “I gained four inches.” Where is Lorraine gaining her inches? It can’t be good.
Now, if you’re going to put people who hump bikes on sex-offender registries, put this guy on.
We haven’t had a good guy getting busted for having sex with something story in a while, so
here’s a Polish man who was fired from a building job at a children’s hospital after he was caught humping a vacuum cleaner.
Hopefully the justice system will work as it should, because if
our old buddy bicycle Bob has to be registered as a pervert
and this guy doesn’t, there’s something seriously wrong with the world.
Why on earth would you
What the hell? Had this man never cooked before? Well, I guess he’ll never cook again, and his kids will never be the same.
Wow. Gary Sinnott is a far more honest man than I. If I had a website that was similar to that of a naval base, and people were too stupid to verify where they were sending confidential emails, and the emails were getting to me, and I’d let the military know and they said “na, don’t worry about it,” I wouldn’t take the site down. I’d done my best to make sure they knew. Now I might get some interesting juice! But maybe I wouldn’t if it was actually happening. I just can’t believe the stupidity of the American military and the morons sending the emails.
Here’s a new kind of creepsake, only this one you don’t keep, you eat it. How would you like some German sausage made from the blood of military airmen?
Just imagine a girl dressed up in an evening gown taking out a knife and, as her talent, skinning a muskrat. Hey, if a girl wants to skin a muskrat and be a beauty queen, go ahead. Just the thought of the two together seems kinda creepy.
Yesterday, we had the radio on, and this song came on that left us scratching our heads. It was The Baby by Blake Shelton. It was the weirdest song. It was all about this kid having a pretty normal childhood, being a goof, but his mom loved him anyway, and then his mom died and he didn’t make it home in time, and boom! That’s it! The end was so abrupt that we were wondering if part of the song got amputated. We had to actually sit there and try and guess at what the message of the song was. Was it that he felt like he let her down because he didn’t make it home? That’s the only conclusion we could draw.
My explaining of how weird it was doesn’t do it justice. You have to hear it. Listen to the song and tell me if you get the same sense that it came to an abrupt, unexpected end. Maybe it’s because the song seemed to be a very meandering type of song and then it was just over. In any case, it was weird. Or maybe we’re the weirdos for thinking so much about a song.
Update: I don’t know if I’m feeling extra sappy, or whether I’ve grown to appreciate this song, but when I listened to it again, I actually cried a little bit. I’m getting older, I guess, and a few times in the last few years, there was a very real possibility that a parent might not make it. Thankfully, they’re still here, but it has made me think about what I would do if I got that call that said “get home as fast as you can because time is running short.” I can only get home as fast as transit can fly.
Who knew that a song that I thought was so pointless would make me think so much?
This one’s a bit old, but when has that ever stopped us before?
Charged with vehicular assault and obstructing a law enforcement officer after a crash last October is
Glen Alan Casebeer,
who went above and beyond the call of duty to ensure that his story was as funny as possible to folks like you and I by telling a police officer that he had “definitely had a few.”