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Something you don’t see very often: quite a good cover of mystery rock ballad, Stonehenge.

And oh, how they danced.

(Incidentally, the band are called Tempest)

Surely in order to be an effective scientific exercise they should have filmed a control group of girls without bras?  This would serve 2 purposes:

1. give an idea of the relative improvements in support that each brassiere offered
2. provide an opportunity for scientists to look at boobies

I’m only thinking of the importance of methodical rigour.

There’s something a bit wrong with this, I think.  It’s the sort of wrongness you’d get if your Dad was explaining cunnilingus to you.

Following in the footsteps of Wilkinson Sword’s ladygarden advice.  One wonders what sort of response King Of Shaves is going to come up with.

(One would assume that by the time the lad’s considering trimming that area of the anatomy, there’s little point in offering guidance for the side-effects of applying moisturiser to it.)

[via TheInquisitr]

The Hoff gives morris dancing a go.

And people thought it was going to die out… hmph.

[The Sun]

[passiveaggressivenotes.com - thanks Hank!]

Finally, clarification on the difference between a spork and a splayd.

You don’t tend to see as many spifes out in the wild, do you?

[via The Triumph of Bullshit]

Those unfamiliar with the documentary film by Zucker, Abrahams & Zucker – The Kentucky Fried Movie – may not know of the nocturnal prowess of BIG JIM SLADE.  The YouTube video below should fill you in on any missing details.

So anyway, the GOOD news is that now – finally – thanks to the magic of Etsy.com it’s possible to acquire handmade merchandise to celebrate the work of Big Jim, in mug form.

He was a former tight-end for the Kansas City Chiefs, don't you know...

By god if they weren’t US$125 a piece I’d have already ordered 4 for myself, plus another half dozen as Christmas presents.

Whilst the recent news that researchers have implemented an interface to connect the brain directly to Twitter has got me worried about the human race turning into the Belcerebon people of Kakrafoon (you might need to look that up in the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy), it would seem that there’s no shortage of websites already offering ways for people to broadcast their every though to everyone.  And here’s 2 of my favourites:

1) Overheard in New York – of all of the “overheard in” sites listing snippets of other peoples’ conversations, this is the one which reliably comes up with the best self-contained stuff that isn’t just Carry-on style double-entendre.

Middle-aged woman: Tradition brings us all together and makes us feel close.
Twentysomething woman: That’s not the tradition; it’s the Jack Daniels.

Older woman: Excuse me, miss?
Younger woman: Yeah?
Older woman: Your veil, your burqa is very beautiful. I didn’t know your people were allowed to wear it in bright colors.
Younger woman: It’s not a burqa, it’s a poncho. I’m Jewish. It’s for the rain. I got it at TJ Maxx.

Cop, taking report of stolen car: Ok, what was the color, make and model?
Metro Guy: It’s cranberry and…
Cop: Cranberry’s something you eat, son, your car was red.

Sassy flight attendant: In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will be released from the overhead above your seat. After the screaming subsides, please place the oxygen mask around your nose and mouth. If you are traveling with a child or an adult who is acting like a child, place your mask on first before attempting to help put theirs on.

And soforth.

2) Texts from last night – particularly, the bad nights/worst nights section.  Not something you’d let your grandmother read.

(570): If the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse gang banged each other and had a kid, it would look like the creature I woke up next to this morning.

There’s no witty conclusion to this – it was just kinda interesting.

A man in Hampshire who, after threatening that if we wasn’t served alcohol would drive his car into the supermarket, wasn’t served alcohol and subsequently drove his car into the supermarket.

There’s no way he traded THAT for a microphone.

[via Luxurylaunches.com]

It’s only 5 seconds of Mario pratting about, and yet I can’t stop watching it.

(To refer to an in joke that I’m not part of, the title could also be “Buert would be proud”)