I hate being sick. All the interesting shit in the world happens when I'm home, sick.
Proof: behold who Raj ran into on the last Vancouver Martini Tour. As for me, I was home in bed developing an intimate acquaintence with the Norwalk Virus.
Henry looks poleaxed in all probability because he knows I could not be there with him. Yeah, that's it.
Raj: Hey, would you kindly spit on my head?
Henry: What?
Definitely worth three "!'s".
I don't really think you can do better than the Sploid headline:
Crazy grandad throws girl to elks
A maniacal grandpa determined to capture a magic moment on film tossed his granddaughter into a herd of elk and then attacked onlookers who tried to save the little girl…
As witnesses watched in horror, one of the massive beasts reared up on its hind legs. The little girl started sobbing, tears of fright running down her cheeks…
Wellsted faces two counts of child abuse as well as charges of third-degree assault and second-degree assault on a police officer.
One worries about the little girl, more because of the eventual fate dictated by her shallow gene pool than for the trauma of the incident. No money for guessing it'll be elk and not deer in the remake of Deliverance.
hood.
Heroic officers were honored by the Kansas City Police Department on Tuesday for recovering a lunatic's penis.
You know, that's really a job for a Hazmat team, if you think about it. From Sploid.
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