The Crappercycle is designed to save paper toilet seat covers. Really.
“Sit Better – Fit Better – Feel Better – Naturally Better” is the motto of the manufacturer of a toilet seat made especially for wide loads help you 5#!+ better. Really.
Here’s a clever fixture that allows evacuation without even pulling your pants down. Really.
The original 25 images came from a google search for “butthead,” which is my honest opinion of the OccuPoopage. What a waste of, um, you know, ah, nevermind.
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Let’s get this one out of the way first. State of the art physics demonstration explores and remedies a common benign malady known as “poop splash.” [via].
Leave It To Beaver Beaver Beaver…
The Ramones’ “She’s The One.” Great stuff. I never understood why they never had a top 40 hit.
These are the kinds of pictures that make me smile. It is also irrefutable proof that not all bears shit in the woods, and that some bears sing while taking care of business. Then it occurred to me to follow some of the links on SG’s site, and I found a map. (more…)
Dogs crack me up because they’re all jerks. Lovable jerks, for sure, but they’re still idiots, and they have no shame. Dogs just enjoy doing what dogs do.
Simple things amaze them. Every weekday you come home from work, and they’re ecstatic that you were able to find your way back on your own… again. When they hear a siren, they howl to help spread the alarm. Throw a snowball into a drift and they’ll spend 15 minutes looking for it before they realize that they’ve been had, and then they want you to do it again.
But dogs know how to play us as well. Sure Rover is happy to see you, licking your face and all… but he remembers where his tongue was a few minutes before, even if you didn’t see him doing it.
The neighborhood kids are never around when the car needs washing. It’s not like I didn’t pay them last time.
Each got a dollar, a beer, and a pack of smokes to split. What more do two 12-year-old boys want? Their parents were pissed for some reason, so I promised that I’d never offer alcohol in payment again. I mean, come on. It’s not like I gave them copies of National Geographic with pictures of naked female bonobos for them to fantasize about in the wee hours of the morning.
I get really tired of all the unwritten PC stuff these days; I never know who I might unintentionally offend.
“Honey, if anyone calls, I’m busy. See you in a coupla days.”
On the plus side, there are no worries if you run out of toilet paper as long as you’re familiar with the Spiegel catalog routine.
