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Heart Attack Grill

H/T: Ronnie B.

The Heart Attack Grill`s menu includes such items as the single, double, triple and quadruple bypass burgers, flatliner fries - fried in pure lard, Jolt Cola and no filtre cigarettes. On Sundays they have an event called Sponge Bath Sunday, but refuse to divulge details. And as a final irony, the web-site is called Heart Attack Grill Diet Center.

Steady Chicken Head

H/T: Darrell F.

Sign Win

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How an Engineer Folds a T-Shirt

How awesome was that?

Unexpected performance

Came across this in my on line travels - very creative and effective.

The First MacDonalds Commercial EVER

This is creepy!

Polling Is Bullshit - Penn & Teller

Cellphone + Public Washroom = OMG!

I came across this today. It is one of the funniest things I have ever read! I post here in it's entirety. I don't know who wrote this, I don't know where it came from, but it's here now for your enjoyment.

All in all, it hadn’t been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I’d last taken a dump. I’d tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to go Christmas shopping. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, “Everything Must Go!”. This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathrooms. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 1 through 5 for your convenience:

1. Occupied.
2. Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it’s next to the occupied one.
3. Poo on seat.
4. Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.
5. No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall #2. I trudged back, entered, dropped trousers and sat down. I’m normally a fairly Shameful Sh1tter. I wasn’t happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Sh1tter was blathering to Mrs. Sh1tter about the sh1tty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn’t get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.

Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder with one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude — a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit the resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my *** cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon’s continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench. It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial “herald” fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

“Oh my God”, I heard him utter, following it with suppressed sounds of choking, and then, “No, baby, that wasn’t me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??”

Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I’d see that liquid poop had actually managed to ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor. But for now, all I could do was hang on for the ride.

Next door I could hear him fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: “Gotta go… horrible… throw up… in my mouth… not… make it… tell the kids… love them… oh God…” followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficult to hold one’s phone and wipe one’s bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

There was a lull in my production, and the restroom became deathly quiet. I could envision him standing there, wondering what to do. A final anal announcement came trumpeting from my behind, small chunks plopping noisily into the water. That must have been the last straw. I heard a flush, a fumbling with the lock, and then the stall door was thrown open. I heard him running out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who’d be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced into the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has managed to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it’ll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public — and I doubt he’ll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.

If anyone knows the original author, please let me know, I would be happy to give them their due credit. Goodness knows that deserve it.

They actually needed a group.

Turks Angry at Mel Gibson.

The Foundation for the Struggle Against Baseless Allegations of Genocide (ASİMED) has begun an e-mail campaign to try and dissuade actor Mel Gibson from playing a role in a film that underscores claims of an alleged genocide of Anatolian Armenians by Ottoman Turks during World War I.

SOURCE: The Brussels Journal (Complete Article)

I find it odd that these guys get accused to genocide often enough to warrant a full time organisation to fend off these allegations.

The name should have been a clue!

Cruise Ship Sinks Off Antarctica

BUENOS AIRES, Nov. 23 -- The first cruise ship ever built to ply the frigid waters off Antarctica became the first ever to sink there Friday. The red-hulled M/S Explorer struck ice, took on water as 154 passengers and crew members scrambled to safety aboard lifeboats and rafts, then went to the bottom.

SOURCE: The Washington Post (Complete Article)

I only make light of this because everyone survived - What the hell are passengers thinking going to the Antarctic in a ship called the M/S Explorer? Of course it's going to crash! That makes as about as much sense as travelling on a passenger jet named M/S Windows or BSD (Blue screen of death). I realise the ship came long before Bill Gates stole his first piece of code... but still!

Bang bang... you're dead

Miss The Daily Show?

Now that the WGA strike is in full swing, Daily Show viewers are already feeling the sting. Unlike other shows which have un-aired episodes already in the can, TDS is already in re-runs. With the strike said to last up to nine months, a torturous amount of time away from Jon Stewart, here is something that might tide you over, even if only for a little while - TheDailyShow.com where you can search the last nine years of TDS all in one convenient place. Although they already something like this before... I believe it was called YouTube, this is done by Comedy Central, so you know that the quality of the video is going to be good.

On a hunch, I punched in http://thecolbertreport.com and this came up:

It's about time.

Health and safety 'extremists' damaging children's development

Health and safety "extremists" were warned that they are hindering the development of children by wrapping them in cotton wool.

The Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents said it was "positively necessary" for youngsters to take part in activities which could lead to a twisted ankle or cut knee.

Instead, said chief executive Tom Mullarkey, they were being cosseted by "small-minded bureaucrats".

He said officials should concentrate on making Britain "as safe as necessary, not as safe as possible".

Mr Mullarkey said: "People have this perception of 'elf and safety' as something that restricts your life, rather than helping you to live fully and successfully.

SOURCE: DAILY MAIL (Complete Article)

I've already talked about how I loathe those warning labels that just make one feel like a complete imbecile and I am happy to see that there are people out there doing something about it (would be nice to see a similar movement here in North American as well) and finally saying it's okay to get hurt. that we don't have to be living in a bubble wrap world and personally I think it's about time.

The Internet in 1999 as seen in 1967

Wow, this is uncanny to say the least. As someone of the one of message boards put it: "That is amazing… It’s a lot more accurate than the Back to the Future movies. LOL."

Wanna see what $87,000,000,000.00 looks like?

On top right of TFTH, there a little counter that estimates how much money has been spent on the Iraqi war, courtesy of costofwar.com. At the time of writing, it currently sits at $453,005,095,656. As mere mortals, can we even begin to conceptualise what that kind of money would look like? How much room one would need to store it? I came across this today. It shows what $87,000,000,000.00 would like and then what $315 Billion would look like.

Make sure you read the very bottom...

Is it 1984 yet?

Senate blocks mandatory ID implants in employees

Tackling a dilemma right out of a science fiction novel, the state Senate passed legislation Thursday that would bar employers from requiring workers to have identification devices implanted under their skin.

State Sen. Joe Simitian (D-Palo Alto) proposed the measure after at least one company began marketing radio frequency identification devices for use in humans.

The devices, as small as a grain of rice, can be used by employers to identify workers. A scanner passing over a body part implanted with one can instantly identify the person.

"RFID is a minor miracle, with all sorts of good uses," Simitian said. "But we shouldn't condone forced 'tagging' of humans. It's the ultimate invasion of privacy."

Simitian said he fears that the devices could be compromised by persons with unauthorized scanners, facilitating identity theft and improper tracking and surveillance.

The bill has been approved by the state Assembly and now goes to the governor.

Nine senators opposed the measure, including Bob Margett (R-Arcadia), who said it is premature to legislate technology that has not yet proved to be a problem. "It sounded like it was a solution looking for a problem," Margett said. "It didn't seem like it was necessary."

One company, VeriChip, has been licensed by the Food and Drug Administration to sell implanted identification devices, and about 2,000 people have had them implanted, Simitian said. A representative of the firm did not return calls seeking comment Thursday.

Source: LA Times (Complete Article)

Wow! I had to re-read this article twice and check the domain name just to make sure that this wasn't a farce of some sort.

I do not know what's worse, the fact there is a company out there that mandates its employees to be outfitted with these RFID tags or that the Senate had to block such legislation.

What in the world were the 2000 employees of VeriChip thinking when they acquiesced to this Orwellian tagging system. This is grossly irresponsible of the VeriChip employees. By allowing themselves to be tagged like cattle, they set a very dangerous precedent for other corporations to follow suit, that is to say nothing of the fact that something like this is obviously invasive regardless of how small it is.

The Day Before...

The following is from an advertising campaign for the Cape Times.

Monday, September 10th 2001, the day before aeroplanes struck the World Trade Centre in New York.


Sunday, August 5th, 1945, the day before the Atom bomb was unleashed on Hiroshima.


Tuesday, June 15th, 1976, the day before the riots erupted in Soweto.


Tuesday, November 21st, 1963, The day before John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas

Shift Happens

You've probably already seen this, but I think it's worth seeing again.

Darfur still getting uglier...

Another satellite image of Darfur.
Click for a clearer picture.