Poor Bill…

Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.

His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he’d be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. “What’s wrong, Bill?” she asked.

“Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?” “Oh,Bill, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.” “My God, Bill, what happened?” “I got fired.” “No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?

“Oh…she got fired too.”

I Swear I Did This Same Thing As A Kid!

Therefore… Viewing this picture has caused me great stress and embarrassment that can only be subsumed by the consumption of a moderately large quantity of alcohol…

Good Thing It’s Friday!!!

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This Reminds Me Of A Hippopotamus Aggression Yawn…

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Top 12 Bumper Stickers

12. I Hate Coffee–It Keeps Me Awake at Work.

11. Suicide is a way of telling God ‘you can’t fire me, I QUIT!’

10. A fool and his money are soon partying

9. Some people are alive only because it is illegal to kill them

8. I have a problem with drinking… two hands and only one mouth

7. Give Blood Play Hockey

6. Vegetarian: Indian word for lousy hunter

5. I may be fat but you’re ugly, and I can lose weight.

4. Forget about world peace…visualize using your turn signal

3. Join the Army: Visit exotic places, meet interesting people and then kill them

2. If there is a tourist season, why can’t we shoot them

And the number 1 bumper sticker is…

1. Hard work has a future payoff, but laziness pays off now.

Let’s Keep The Preacher!

A Preacher was explaining that he must move on to a larger congregation that will pay him more… There is a hush within the congregation… No one wants him to leave.

Joe Smith, who owns several car dealerships in the City stands up and proclaims, ‘If the Preacher stays, I will provide him with a new Cadillac every year and his wife with a Honda mini-van to transport their children!’

The congregation sighs in relief and applauds.

Sam Brown, a successful entrepreneur and investor, stands and says… ‘If the Preacher will stay on here, I’ll personally double his salary and also establish a foundation to guarantee the college education of all his children!’

More sighs and loud applause!

Sadie Jones, age 88, stands and announces with a smile… ‘If the Preacher stays, I will give him sex!’

There is total silence.

The Preacher, blushing, asks her … ‘Mrs. Jones, whatever possessed you to say that?’

Sadie’s 90 year old husband Jake is now trying to hide, holding his forehead with the palm of his hand and shaking his head from side to side, while his wife replies

‘Well, I just asked my husband how we could help and he said… ‘Screw the Preacher!’

All Hail Mona “The Hammer” Shaw For Striking A Blow To The Villanous BBB’s!! (Big Business Bastards)

Taking a Whack Against Comcast
Mona Shaw Reached Her Breaking Point, Then for Her Hammer
By Neely Tucker
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, October 18, 2007; C01

Mona Shaw“What the hell, I’m 75,” said Bristow resident Mona Shaw about heading into the Comcast office in Manassas with a hammer and using it on a telephone and computer keyboard, after trying for days to have her phone service connected.

Sometimes truly American virtues arise in outlaws who — by dint of heroic but questionable endeavors — display the mettle of the national character.

For instance: The Dillinger Gang, robbing banks (and destroying mortgages) when banks were foreclosing on the poor. Stephanie St. Clair, matron of the numbers racket during the Harlem Renaissance, striking a (dubious) blow for both gender and racial equality. Junior Johnson bootlegging liquor during Prohibition (the benefits of which were self-evident).

Fear not, fellow Americans! In these dark days of war, pestilence and Paris Hilton, a new hero has arisen. She is none other than 75-year-old Mona “The Hammer” Shaw, who took the aforementioned implement to her local Comcast office in Manassas to settle a score, and boy, did she! (READ MORE)

We’ve Got Lots Of BIG Dogs… This Happens A Lot At My House!

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Famous Fat People

Galen, a first century Roman physician, reported meeting Nichomachus of Smyrna – a man who was so heavy that he could not move nor be moved from his bed. Other ancient texts cite the case of an unnamed Roman senator who was only able to walk when two slaves carried his belly for him, and another yarn of an Egyptian pharaoh whose belly was broader than the ‘span of a man’s outstretched arms’.

The Dutch physician Hermann Boerhaave once observed a man who took his meals at a table that ‘had been cut away in a semicircle to accommodate his circumference’. Furthermore the man ‘not having slaves to help him, used a sling worn around his shoulders to carry his belly’.

In 1889, an attempt was made to put a young French woman in Plaisance on exhibit. It was said that ‘eight men could not move her from her room’. As it turned out, she couldn’t fit through the door and the idea of exhibition was abandoned.

AND FURTHERMORE :

dan lambert On March 13, 1770 a man was born in Leicester in England whose name would enter into the English language to be synonymous with colossal. Daniel Lambert was a fairly rotund man in his youth; healthy and stout. He was of average height and born unto average parents, he had two sisters and a younger brother – all of whom were average as well. He was an active man and unusually strong. At the age of 20, as his mass started to grow – he consciously remained active and watched his diet. However, in the 1790’s Daniel took over his father’s position as keeper of Leicester prison – and took up a stationary lifestyle. In 1793, he weighed 448 pounds – in a time when the greatest weight ever medically recorded in England was around 616 pounds. Despite his weight, Lambert was still quite strong and showed little sign of fatigue as he gave swimming and hunting lessons. However, his weight continued and in 1801, at 560 pounds, he could no longer hunt, his horse simply could not bear his weight. In 1805, his prison closed down and, after a brief time as a recluse and ballooning to a legitimate 700 pounds, he took to exhibiting himself for profit.

Lambert was an exceptionally bright man, possessed of a razor wit and while most came to see him out of interest and respect – he did have to deal with the occasional heckler. His retorts were legendary. On one particular occasion an obnoxious fellow was persistent and adamant in knowing the cost of Lamberts waistcoat – a rather rude question in that era – when Lambert politely refused to answer the question the heckler remarked that since he had paid a shilling (the cost of admission) toward the cost of the coat, he had a right to demand any information about it. ‘Sir,’ replied Lambert, ‘I can assure you that if I knew what part of my coat your shilling would pay for, I would cut out that piece.’

During his lifetime, Lambert was the subject of many writings including the Medical and Physical Journal, countless flyers, newspapers and caricatures and even appeared in the Memoirs of Charles Mathews (a popular actor of the era). He rubbed elbows with the affluent in influential of the time. He met King George III, visiting officers of Napoleon, royalty, ambassadors and even an elderly Josef Boruwlaski – certainly a stunning meeting as the biggest man of that time met the smallest.

When Lambert died in 1808, still in relative good health except for nagging knees, he weighed in at 739 pounds. His waist measured 9 feet and 4 inches. He was immensely popular due to his wit and easy going nature. People were in awe of not only his size, but of his spirit as well. Many regarded him as a true jovial, gentle giant – a reputation that would carry to the big jolly sideshow men and women who would follow in his ample shoes for decades.

Following his death, Lambert was featured in his own biography: The Life of that Wonderful and Extraordinary Heavy Man, the late Daniel Lambert. He was also featured in Granger’s Wonderful Museum and Magazine Extraordinary, Smeeton’s Biographia Curiosa. He is referred to in great novels like Barry Lyndon, Vanity Fair and even Charles Dickenson’s Nicholas Nickleby. Lambert’s popularity even spread to America following his death as P.T. Barnum displayed a wax version of Lambert, dressed in a suit of clothing purchased from the Lambert estate. During Barnum’s museum fire of 1865 – the wax representation was fittingly too heavy to rescue.

It was also Dickens who, in his magazine Household Words forever cemented the name Daniel Lambert with hugeness. Even today, there are numerous Pubs, Taverns and Inns named after Lambert – with the keepers hoping the clientele will associate the name with ample portions of food and drink. Oddly enough, Lambert likely suffered from a pituitary obesity – he reputedly never ate a large meal or drank beer.

The Mountainous Human Marvel is all but gone now, with only one Fat Man, Howard Huge, still traveling. The obese are no longer looked upon in wonder, interest and awe – rather with disgust and insensitivity. In fact just a few short years ago, at St. Martin’s churchyard in Stamford, someone spray-painted the word FATTY on Lambert’s tombstone.

Adapted from the book The Two Headed Boy by Jan Bondeson .

Monkey to Human Testicle Transplant!!

A surgeon by the name of Serge Voronoff, will live on in medical infamy for performing transplants which, while at the time (late 1800s) were lauded as genius, would eventually disgrace him.

Voronoff’s hypothesis was this: hormones, like testosterone produced by the testes, would reverse aging by a process he called “rejuvenation.” One of his first experiments used himself as a test subject. He injected ground up dog and guinea pig testicles under his own skin, but was disappointed when this did not result in any verifiable effect. He reasoned that living grafts of testicular tissue, rather than injections, would have a more dramatic and lasting rejuvenation effect. (READ MORE)

My Father Sent This…

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My Wife Parked This Truck…

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These Kids Are 6 & 7 Years Old!.. Where The Hell Is Child Protective Services?.. JonBenet Anyone?.. This Is Why The IslamoTerrorists Want To Kill Us.

View this sick video HERE

These Are Real Headlines…

MAN HELD OVER GIANT L.A. BRUSH FIRE

TUNA BITING OFF WASHINGTON COAST

THUGS EAT THEN ROB PROPRIETOR

FARMER BILL DIES IN HOUSE


		

The 300… Feline Style

How Much LSD Does It Take to Kill an Elephant?

Who in their right mind would give a huge dose of a psychotropic substance to an elephant, just to see what happened? Well, the year was 1962, and someone did just that. And, as icing on the cake, they got a Science paper out of it.

The Experiment

The subject was a 14-year-old male Indian elephant named Tusko being housed at the Lincoln Park Zoo. As previous research had suggested that high doses to LSD were needed to get perceivable effects in “lower animals,” they decided to start with a 0.1 mg/kg dose of LSD for Tusko. That came to about 297 milligrams (in 5 mL of water, injected intramuscularly) of LSD for 7000 pound Tusko. The injection was delivered via a pressurized CO2 dart gun. For comparison, the threshold dosage for an effect in people is around 20-30 micrograms and a recreational 3+ hour dose would be around 100-200 micrograms.  (READ MORE)

Courtesy of Retrospectacle

Shelley Batts is the author of Retrospectacle and a Neuroscience PhD candidate at the University of Michigan. She studies hair cell regeneration in the cochlea, and is just embarking on that quixotic quest called ‘thesis.’ She lies awake at night pondering how science intersects with politics, culture, policy, money, medicine, and religion in an attempt to be more than just a niche scientist sitting in the oh-so-lovely ivory tower.

You can vote for her to get a scholarship HERE 

Today’s Insults –

One more wrinkle and you’d pass for a prune. – Unknown

We all spring from apes, but you didn’t spring far enough. – unknown

This is no battle of wits between you and me. I never pick on somebody who is unarmed.   – Myumi from Okinawa

In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows. - Woody Allen

Rehabistan… Dealing With Heroin Problems In Afghanistan.

Is This Any Worse Than The American Parents Who “NyQuil” Their Kids To Sleep?

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This poster is real. It means, “Hey, please don’t blow heroin Opium smoke in your baby’s face anymore.” (READ MORE)

Another Time Waster… An Addictive Little Game.

ESCAPA!

Thailand’s Beloved King Hospitalized

Please Join Los Cuatro Ojos In Wishing His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej A Speedy Recovery And Many More Years On The Throne That He Has Occupied Compassionately And Wisely For The Past 60 Years.

(Story HERE)

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Rama IX Rice Festival

King and People

Read More About This Amazing Man (HERE) and (HERE) and (HERE)

A Birthday Calculator

Lot’s Of Fun Info About You When You Put In Your Birthday.

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Mexigoths… I Live In Arizona And I’ve Never Seen One Of These…

They’re Mexican, they’re goth—they’re Mexigoths. We’ve seen a lot of attention given to the subcultures of Mexican Morrissey fans and Mexican skaters like in Larry Clark’s Wassup Rockers, but what about good old-fashioned corpse-painted, ruffle-wearing goths? The Mexigoth scene in LA is huge. They have clubs that cater specifically to them (Club London, Chamber) and their own bands (Hocico, Dulce Liquido). Why haven’t we seen these Mexican goths until now? Is it because they usually travel only in shadows and mystery, by night, like fugitives from the world of the living? Or maybe it’s that under all the white pancake makeup, it’s hard to tell Mexican from not Mexican? Could it be that goth knows no race? Hmm… (READ MORE) @ ViceLand

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Is This A Real Magazine Cover?

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There’s nothing wrong with gays making out in public… but dead people? Is that even legal?

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Is This You?

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On the Origin of Grandmas

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They pinch your cheeks, knit you sweaters and feed you mountains of mashed potatoes. Is that why you’re still alive?

According to a 1997 survey from the American Journal of Sociology, fewer than 60% of U.S. women live within an hour’s drive of their parents, meaning that many grandparents have been relegated to matters of vacations, Christmases and birthday cards.

This peripheral role of grandparents is a relatively new phenomenon – especially for grandmothers. For thousands of years grandmothers helped with child care, domestic chores, even food gathering. In fact, anthropologists have argued that the effect of grandmotherly care on child survival was so potent that it shaped some of our most basic biology: menopause, cognitive decline, even longevity itself.

These evolutionary benefits of grandmothering evaporate when grandmas no longer live with (or near) their grandchildren. Studies have also suggested that only youthful grandparents provide discernible benefits to child health. So as the distance between grandparents and children grows, both in geography and in age, does this spell the end to the grandmother effect?  READ MORE