I just learned that some people will not use a white colored lighter.
Some asshole(s) in Australia is/are killing platypuses.
Evergreen Cemetery, just off of Town Hill Road in New Haven, VT, is generally unremarkable as far as cemeteries go, except for one fascinating interment. His name was Timothy Clark Smith, and he was a 19th century doctor who suffered from taphephobia, the fear of being buried alive. This personal fact is made apparent by his unusual grave design. He designed and rigged his own tomb in an attempt to prevent his nightmare of an undesirable outcome. He installed a set of stairs underneath a large square capstone beside his burial mound, and is said to have been buried with a bell in his hand and a breathing tube. Most noticeably, however, is the horizontal window he installed at the surface of his grave, six feet above him and centered squarely on his face so that people could check on him to ensure that a mistake wasn’t made. He died in 1893, and to all accounts it went smoothly. Today, the window’s visibility only extends a few inches down the six-foot-long cement shaft due to moisture and the age of the glass.
Gee, ya think?
Eric Clapton is in rough shape these days. Here he is, going through an airport in a wheelchair. He has recently had to cancel two shows due to bronchitis.
I’ll stick with the old way of doing it, thanks.
This huge iceberg grounded by the Canadian town of Ferryland, about one hour south of St. John’s, Newfoundland, on Wednesday. Locals say it is the largest one they have ever seen there.
A pen made from a meteorite.
The Earth and Moon as seen by Cassini through Saturn’s rings.
In the early days of drag racing, many teams experimented with sideways mounted engines.
A sad man walks into a bar, and the bartender asks him what the problem is. “My life is awful,” the man says. “Every night, I play Trivial Pursuit with my wife, and every night she beats me.” “Well, why don’t you just stop playing Trivial Pursuit?” the bartender asks. “I love the game,” the man says. “I’m a genius. I never lose.” The bartender is confused. “I thought you just said your wife beats you.” “Yeah,” the man says, “she’s a sore loser.”
The doctor approached the teenage boy’s hospital bed to give him a psychiatric evaluation. His mother was seated nearby, immersed in her knitting. The doctor started to introduce himself, but the boy yelled, I can’t see! I can’t see!”
The doctor had never seen a more classic example of hysterical blindness! He asked the mother, “How long has this been going on?” Without looking up from her knitting, she replied, “Ever since you stepped between him and the TV!”
Stanley died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they
sent for his two best friends, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together. Cooter arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Cooter said, ‘Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over.’The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, ‘Nope, ain’t Stanley ‘ The mortician thought this was rather strange. So he brought Gomer in to confirm the identity of the body. Gomer looked at the body and said, ‘Yup, he’s pretty well burnt up. Roll him over..’ The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, ‘No, it ain’t Stanley ‘ The mortician asked, ‘How can you be sure?’ Gomer said, ‘Well, Stanley had two assholes.’ ‘What? He had two assholes?’ asked the mortician. ‘Yup, we never seen ’em, but everybody used to say: ‘There’s Stanley with them two assholes’ “
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