You're better off with Ramen poisoning. Or Easy Mac overload. WTH is wrong with our youth? LOL
It's challenging enough being a college student. There's fear of the "Freshman 15". There's fear of STDs. There's fear of having the ability to survive a frat party without being arrested. And now, foul fish.
A new study has found that college students may be OD-ing on tuna. Students are eating so much Chicken of the Sea (and other canned tunas) that they're risking mercury poisoning. Half of students surveyed are eating tuna at least three times a week. A crazy 7% are eating 20 tuna-based meals a week.
You're better off with Ramen poisoning. Or Easy Mac overload. WTH is wrong with our youth? LOL
One: I've never been a fan of HOAs. I think it serves some purpose, but really is a giant, expensive waste... and in this case-- a pain in the booty.
Two: It's amazing that people hear what they want to hear, and SEE what they want to see.
I thought this story was a joke at first because it was so ridiculous. But it's 100% true. A woman in Tennessee was fined by her HOA for the "rooster" she left on the ground.
No. She didn't drop a battery-operated device on the ground, nor did she "Lorena Bobbitt" someone. See, it snowed a little. And this woman's car left behind un-snowed on ground in the shape of an alleged ween. The offense car-pee-pee draw-er received this email:
"We are emailing you in regards to a recent incident involving your car... We have received reports that it is in violation of our by-laws. We have photographic evidence regarding this fact. Please know that you will be fined $100 in accordance with regards to our by-laws about displaying offensive images or slogans."
Perhaps if the HOA cozied up to a Richard or two, it might not be so offended. The HOA overturned its decision, thankfully. But only after it concluded that the snowfall and unfortunate shape that resulted were not the homeowner's (nor the car's) fault.
Really. I know.
I'm not a fan of taper candles. First, I don't own a candelabra-thingie. Second, I've always had the fear that if I did own and light a taper candle it would fall over and set me and the house on fire. Not fun.
But I'm pretty sure I do know the difference between a taper candle and a stick of dynamite. And there are distinguishable differences. I suppose being in the dark might obscure one's sight and brain.
A Connecticut woman severely burned her hand and face after she lit a quarter stick of dynamite. See, the power went out. She needed light, and thought it was a candle...
She and her husband found the dynamite in the basement. It was left behind by a previous owner (supposedly). I guess these two didn't have traditional flashlights, nor a flashlight on a smart phone? Or maybe they're just super embarrassed they both didn't know what dynamite looks like, lit it and jacked her face? You've never seen the Roadrunner and all his ACME devices?
Sadly, these two have reproduced.
P.S. Have these two never set foot inside a Yankee Candle?
On one hand, I desire to emulate this behavior when I reach my golden years; on the other, I'm horrified. The visual is just mind-searing.
Ponder this: one old lady + box of wine = drunk & topless
When you've got a hankering for some refreshment, grab your favorite box of wine, take off your top, and drink away! Mary Ellen Stewart-- 81-years-young-- was caught shirtless, sitting on a park bench (Aqualung?) drinking from the spout-- which was held high above her head.
When officers approached the topless obliterated octogenarian, she wasn't having any of that.
"(she) began to shake the box intentionally towards deputies."
No, Granny Gin-- that's alcohol abuse! She's been charged with disorderly intoxication.
While wine gets better with time, the "hanging baskets" do not...
Our government processes are wonderful. There's the Sunshine Law, and the whole address-city/county council thing is groovy.
In the beautiful state of Kansas, a man patiently waited for his moment to shine at Lawrence Town Hall. An important grievance needed aired:
Not the Happy Ending Sundae from Friendly's.
Mr. Spanky wants "happy endings" legalized. Check this out:
Massage my feet. My back. My neck. The only person I want "kneading the muffin" is my S. O.
Massage the U.S. and South America. Leave Mexico out of it.
Anywho, two questions I have:
1. Could you get a prescription from a doctor? That would help.
2. If the "rooster" isn't a muscle, per se, then why would it need massaged? Did you pull it? Does it ache? Is it over-extended?
Maybe he'll run for mayor of Austintown...
It's like that scene in Beverly Hills Cop, but with a twist. A randy twist.
There are so many options when one is feeling amorous. So many non-arrestable options. Find someone. Use "Rosy". A pie sitting on the kitchen table-- whatevs. But a car tailpipe?
Proving once again that alcohol clouds one's judgement, a 23-year-old Kansas man was busted while "breaking one off" in the tailpipe of a car outside his apartment complex. What in the actual hell!?!?
Questions. I have them.
1. What kind of tantric-sex-yoga-flex-armstrong shizz are you into that you're able to make a connection with a tailpipe?
2. "Happy fun time" is more pleasurable when your "plug-in" is soft and inviting.
3. Did you get a tetanus shot?
I can just hear the sweet talk now:
"I'm gonna bang the rust right off of you..."
P.S. His BAC was four (4) times the legal limit.
P.P.S. Police tased him. Cuz the hose would've been useless.
Say goodbye to Dick. Spotted Dick, that is.
The British-birthed dessert that's made all us juveniles-at-heart snicker has been renamed to: Spotted Richard.
Michael Fabricant, Lichfield's Conservative MP is not pleased with these developments:
"Call a dick a dick, I say!"
Well, that's my life philosophy... but we're talking about desserts here.
In case you are unaware, Spotted Dick is a steamed suet pudding containing dried fruit and most likely originated in the middle of the 19th Century. The "spotted" part refers to the currants, which look like spots; the "dick" part is derived from the word dough.
Who cares if the dessert is named Spotted Dick. I'm upset because in our American translation, this is false advertising! I expect to see some spotted phallic thingie on my plate for my consumption. Don't tell me dough is dick and now I'm thinking doughnuts are "dicknuts." Then there's "cookie dick ice cream", "pizza dick".... nooooo!
Just leave your dick alone, would ya?
We've all had a "boss from hell". But this. THIS is like Michael Scott x100 in a very wrong way.
Imagine working in an environment in which nipple-pinching and fart-trapping were common....
A former employee of a Texas car dealership is suing said dealership and his ex-boss for all kinds of assault and defamation of character:
"(the boss) He reinforced dominance over his subordinates by regularly entering their enclosed offices, intentionally passing gas and then laughing as they were forced to breathe soiled air."
But(t) it gets worse. This whore pooper sent out the victim's photo and a fabricated text to employees:
"Keep your children safe. You are receiving this because there may be a risk of sex offender activity in your area."
Dude said his ex-boss was constantly trying to exert his dominance... What's next? Tinkling on employees to mark 'em as his?
Your boss may be bad, but be grateful he/she's not trying to mount you. Unless that's what you want... and then you're on your own.
God bless the men and women that serve us as firefighters. Seriously. They've made a conscious decision to risk their lives to run into a situation we all run from. And the firefighters in Germany are being asked to endure so much more. They're receiving extensive training on the removal of butt plugs and penis rings.
You read that correctly. Butt plugs. Penis rings. Because the Germans need their bratwursts and rump roasts accentuated.
The course, translated into English, is entitled: Mechanical Failure. And this is serious business, because this is a delicate situation to find oneself in.
After practicing on dummies and watching videos, and learning the tools of the trade-- removal/rescue should only take 15 minutes.
I have a friend who's an EMS dude. I've heard stories. I know this training is America-bound. I can only imagine the need for way deeper training, so to speak, in this country.
Weren't we all taught that first impressions matter? Apparently, this tampon sucker failed that lesson. But he is an A+ assh*le when it comes to chauvinism.
He thought his plan was soooo awesome-- see if this woman I love is good "wife" material by testing her housekeeping skills. He purposely left empty containers, half-consumed beverage boxes and bags all over his bachelor pad. By the way, this was the first time she'd ever been to his place. Guess what? This horrible excuse for a woman didn't lift a finger to clean up!
"I invited my girlfriend for the first time ever at my place & I was extremely disappointed to be honest, she came this morning & left without even washing dishes let alone some cleaning. I thought this one was actually wife material but she entirely failed this girlfriending test."
Get those pearls on, take those shoes off, and get in the kitchen!
Needless to say, the not-wifey-material dumped him after seeing his post on social media.
Here's a test for you, dude. Multiple choice:
Who's the biggest wangus limpous in the world?
All males of the world, unite! Take his "man card" away, permanently.
P.S. You're going to have to retake the human test again.
P.P.S. I'd like to kick your balls through your nose.
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