It’s got a peedometer.
[Found in here.]
Nice faux ceramic tiles, too.
[Found here.]
[Sent via email, h/t Nancy H.]
[Found here.]
Somebody finally invented a way to make drinking beer more fun than it already is. Unfortunately, the inventor didn’t think it through.
I can only imagine the disgusting mayhem that would ensue in the men’s room of Rosie’s Roadside Tavern around 11pm on a Saturday night. Forget writing your name in the snow in the parking lot. Every guy in the place would quickly discover his inner artistic talent, and then there would be a competition.
As for the women’s room artistry, I suppose we’re getting into the realm of “Jackson Pollock,” and we’ll leave it at that.
[Image found here.]
Nevermind the photoshopoopage, but that’s some odd robotic whizardry there. Even little boybots need to drain the oil occasionally, just like the big bots do.