This is a photo of a Mr Potatohead stuffed with fish, and an octopus gnawing the tasty treat out of its head.
I just want to know who has been leaking our training and conditioning procedures from the submarine labs. Do we have a mole in the organization?
Perhaps you thought the Poor Man Institute was making up the stereotype, but here it is made manifest: a man living in his parents’ basement attacks father with a bag of Cheetos. One nice touch in the police report is that his shirt was covered with orange Cheeto dust.
What’s missing? No word if the guy has a blog yet.
He gets to live to enjoy his Darwin award!
It’s not just me! Other people get strange messages, like the one forwarded to me below. Have fun with it.
The author, Don Pribor, is a member of the biology faculty at the University of Toledo. You really must read his research statement.
If you’ve ever tried Second Life, you will be astounded at the verisimilitude of this simulation.
(via Cairns Blog)
Doesn’t this just ruin your day? A cephalopod is featured on Cute Overload. The comments will give you hyperglycemia.
If they aren’t singing about the drugs they take to make them work, they’re wondering why their ex-wives set them on fire. I think I have a new explanation for the Fermi Paradox: the aliens are out there, but they’re so freaked out and baffled by human sexual behavior that they don’t want to get any closer than the orbit of Pluto. Or maybe the reason the alien Greys are hoovering up people and giving them anal probes is that they’ve got this twisted idea that that is how we say “hello.”
(Yes, I am aware that those are two contradictory rationales.)
It was one of those weekends. I really didn’t need Bora’s avant-garde camera work to add motion sickness on top of the painful auditory replay of … karaoke in New York. I am at least grateful that he didn’t record Razib’s unholy summoning of the slimy minions of the Great Old Ones.
