Category: Stupid

Sanitary Napkins For Men

[Found here.]

Death Row Barbie & Other Science Fair Projects

No photoshoppage here, these are the real deal. I’d give each of these students an A for Awesome.

Click on individual images below to avoid the squints. More great projects can be found here. Click on Death Row Barbie above for step-by-step instructions.

Awesome Toys ‘n Stuff

Can’t tell if this is retro-packaging or they are selling new retro products, but I want all of them. Seems you can still buy them here and/or here.

[Found here.]

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Robert Crumb is the greatest cartoonist as far as you know.

Classic rock hits on piano here, here, here, here and here. Click on each, one at a time,  and look away quickly. See how long it takes you to recobanize ’em.  (I posted this one yesterday.)

Speaking of classic rock, David Lee Roth did something here.

YAY! Leech Farm!

Scary Baby. The title sums it up.

Raindrops. Kind of hypnotic.

Excellent photos from an Antarctic cruise.

Early Saturday Morning TV ca. 1966.

For those of you who peruse and/or participate in discussion blogs, especially tempermental ones, check out the Flame Warriors Home.

Molecule of the Month for January 2010:  Green Fluorescent Protein – A molecular tag that can be inserted into genes to make animals and plants glow green.

Put fuldkommen gak into google translate.

The Best Things On the Internet 2009 according to Buzzfeed [via].

Google the word “why” and see what pops up in the autocomplete box. More fun google tricks here.

Fun Fart Facts.  Here’s the link you asked for, Danny.

Fingerbutts from around the world.

“Now those of you will notice the bloody mess on Jenny’s back and that is the most important part of the ritual that will give her wings.” Read more here.

What A Crack Up.

When Planetross says there are a lot of bums near the train station, he’s not kidding.  I mean, just look at this maasterpiece.  The locals fondly refer to it as:

アメリカ人は、この記念碑でよく笑う。彼らはそれを面白いと思う。

Located at the rear end of the plaza, you pass the gas station.  It’s on the backside.  For best results, photograph this statue during a full moon while standing upwind.

The monument already had a lot of cracks in it by the time it was installed. It’s been said that the sculptor always gets behind in his work.

Not trying to be cheeky; it tookus no time at all to come up with these terrible buns. Butt I digrass… The title of this work o fart?
The Acrobutts.

The End.

P.S.  I suppose that the steel hoops protecting the sculpture represent the Rings around Uranus.  Yeah, I know.  I just had to say it.

[Planetross found it near his house, kinda;  kudos to S.Le who provided the name for the stack ‘o glutes.  Possibly related posts here,  here and here.]

The U.S. Department of Homeland Suppository

The line forms to the rear.

P.S.  Happy Birthday to Rush Limbaugh, Howard Stern, George Duke, Rob Zombie, Sheila Jackson Lee, the Amazing Kreskin, Marco Boogers, Mississippi Fred McDowell.

And Bunk. Don’t call… I’m sleeping in tomorrow.

Sage Medical Advice for Older Adults

Don’t forget to recommend the physicians after you crap yourself.

[Amy Oops found this one.]

How to REALLY piss off a golden retriever

That’s step one.  Step two has to do with a slice of bologna.

Yeah, it looks funny, but PLEASE don’t do this to your loyal dog. Don’t do it to the one who’s gonna drag you, your spouse and your children, all unconscious, one-by-one out of your burning house by the collar in the middle of the night in a sleet storm and risk his/her life to to return to the inferno to fetch your wallet and a 6-pack with a quart of Jack.

Do it to your ambivalent anarchist cat who doesn’t care if you burn or not as long as there’s a pile of food somewhere within a quarter mile of the house.

Just don’t do it to the dog.

[Image from here.]

NOOOOO

… so I guess we’ll never know.

[Top image found in here.]

Babe, er, Chick Magnet

Babe Magnet Rooster

Nope, unh-unh, no way does this count as a Babe Magnet. It doesn’t even try to look cool, and it succeeds in its uncoolness by a factor of Stoopid. Given the intentional lack of cool, this could only be a pace car for the Dorque County Picnic Parade, decked out with pure efficient genius.

One can only imagine what hoofed beasts followed in its tire tracks, and we’re referring to the populace. (To be fair, I grew up on the outskirts of Dorque County. We had to dress up a mule instead.)

[Found here.]