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2009
10
2009
It’s some kind of wheel, and it’s got handles. What shall we call it?
[Thanks Paul GS (the shoephone guy)]
10
2009
Of all the hobbies you could dream up… (although the phrase “turd-spelunking” is a memorable one)
Having lost various items in “long-drop” loos at campsites, I can contest that the pit isn’t the most hospitable looking environment, and if you do drop something in there the sensible plan is to just cut your losses and leave it there. An American gentleman however seems to have developed an affinity for being in there:
Portland’s Gary Moody has been caught — for a second time — hiding inside a pit latrine at a campsite. The first time he claimed he’d dropped his wedding ring (authorities sieved the biomass and found no ring); this time he claimed he’d dropped his shirt.
Least-impressed out of all this must have been the authorities who had been given the job of “sieving the biomass”.
[via BoingBoing]
03
2009
That’s it, call the UFOs. I want off this planet.
Seriously, if people like this ever get in charge, I want off.
“We as a nation have got to ask ourselves what the hell is going on”. I’d add a phrase to that sentence: “with our education system”.
Oh wait, there’s more…
There’s an enjoyable bit of sarcastic response smackdown from a 13 year old (although the first 24 seconds could have very much been summarised into one sentence):
And then we see the value in adding a soundtrack:
Nope, still dumb.





