Month: October 2005

Python Bursts After Trying to Eat Gator

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In this photo provided by the Everglades National Park, the carcass of a six-foot American alligator is shown protruding from the mid-section of a 13-foot Burmese python Monday, Sept. 26, 2005 in Everglades National Park, Fla., after the snake apparently swallowed the alligator resulting in the deaths of both animals.

Inherit the wind, oh fuzzy little animals…
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Basic Man FAQ

FAQ: How many men does it take to open a beer?
Answer: None. It should be opened when she brings it.
FAQ: Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
Answer: Because a woman who can’t even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.
FAQ: Why do women have smaller feet than men?
Answer: It’s one of those “evolutionary things” that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.
FAQ: How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
Answer: When she starts a sentence with “A man once told me…”
FAQ: How do you fix a woman’s watch?
Answer: You don’t. There is a clock on the oven.
FAQ: Why do men fart more than women?
Answer: Because women can’t shut up long enough to build up the required pressure.
FAQ: If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?
Answer: The dog, of course. He’ll shut up once you let him in.
FAQ: What’s worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?
Answer: A woman who won’t do what she’s told.
FAQ: I married a Miss Right.
Answer: I just didn’t know her first name was Always.
FAQ: Why do men die before their wives?
Answer: They want to.
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
(many thx to Osaka bill whose previous contribution, 25 SIGNS YOU HAVE GROWN UP, was linked/used extensively, then was eventually translated into French and spread even further.)

The Art of Wedding Procurement, Thai Edition

So our wedding is set for February 18th, in Nam’s hometown of Mahasarakham, Thailand. We will perform a traditional Thai wedding ceremony in the morning, to be followed by the reception at a nearby hotel in the evening. We are trying to arrange as much as possible by ourselves, because neither Marty Sheen nor Jenny Lopez are available to be my wedding planner, although they say they might drop by for the reception, if schedules permit.
The morning procession consists of me and my entourage (cuz ahma gaaaaangsta) walking in a procession from one end of town to our new house. This is all I know from my limited research on the subject. In my mind, this means being led by monks all a-flutter and playing what I can only imagine as being traditional Thai wedding music, which is nice but kind of not spicy enough for my tastes.
So I proposed some improvements to Nam, including, but not limited to: A procession of elephants joined snout-to-tail with me riding the one in front and wearing a turban and gold armbands and a big Bollywood moustache (syn: mustache). The elephant behind me will be mounted with speaker towers from which will be blasting tunes of my choosing controlled from the crossfader on my pachyderm mixing table. The elephant behind that will be hauling the amplifiers and generators (ah, scratch that I need another beast behind that one to separate the electronics from the power source), and the elephants behind that will be hauling beer coolers. Of course, all the elephant handlers have to be midgets.
To which my beloved bride exclaimed, “I can’t believe we’re married, you freak!”
So I know I’m on the right track…