Not nearly as amusing as the Fortune Cookie Generator, but still cheaper than a real Gypsy, this is, however, more likely to be accurate given my well-known diner burger fetish and the fact that I eat at relatively crappy restaurants most of the time.
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Seriously, normal service shall resume shortly. But until it does, play with this funky, website-freakinating and bustickating toolbar, via Collin. Don’t forget to pull his finger!
Not Collin’s. God’s!
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Seriously weird. Seriously, seriously freaky. Probably fake. “The one that got away” takes on new meaning in this tale of lost loves at sea…
Via (where else would you expect?) the Guardian’s Political Diary.
“Almost everybody in the fishing business has had sex with a manta at some point,” Makeburu asserts.
What!!! A manta??? You mean one of those enormous, intimidating winged things with a stinger on their tail that looks like an aquatic Batman?
Yep. After all, fisherman out on ships spend a loooonggg time at sea without ever encountering a woman, and, well, let’s face it, they can get pretty horny. No, dammit, let’s make that incredibly horny. Even desperate enough to do it with a manta. Right?
“Nah,” shrugs Makeburu. “Coastal fishermen poke them too.”
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There’s a sexist extended (!) metaphor to be made here, but I’m just too lazy. Help yourselves. Also: see what I did there?
Oh, and: NSFW. Duh.
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