Friday the 13th
As you might have noticed, today is Friday the 13th. Now, before any of you get all crazy, let me tell you something : It’s bad luck to be superstitious. So don’t be afraid of black cats and ladders and such…
Warning : May contain more than your daily recommended allowance of randomness
As you might have noticed, today is Friday the 13th. Now, before any of you get all crazy, let me tell you something : It’s bad luck to be superstitious. So don’t be afraid of black cats and ladders and such…
Six Flags is having a Halloween promotion where customers can get free entry or other benefits if they eat a live Madagascar hissing cockroach. This type of roach can grow to between 1.5 to 3 inches. If they break the world record for eating these roaches, they win a season pass for four people in 2007 with VIP queue-jumping status. Do you want to know what the world record is? Eating 36 Madagascar hissing cockroaches in one minute. 36! Can you imagine? It almost makes me gag. I wouldn’t try it. Supposedly the roaches are as safe to eat as shrimp or lobster, because they were raised in a sterile environment. And supposedly they have high nutritional value. (I think I’d rather just take a vitamin…)
Guess who’s complaining about this… (This one isn’t hard.) It’s PETA. Yes, they care about roaches, and they think people shouldn’t eat them. I wonder if there’s a group that thinks we shouldn’t eat plants… I mean, they’re living creatures, too. It would be a stupid stance, but it wouldn’t surprise me if some special interest group makes such a claim… (Though I wonder what they’d eat… Only animals? Or just processed food?)
I got an e-mail from Thomas Wayne today, and he wanted me to pass it on to the crowd here at Buffet o’ Blog.
I just remembered something that has confused me since college, and I thought some of you might could help me figure it out. Let me explain. One day while I was in college at UAM, I decided to go to class. I hadn’t been in a while, and either my classroom moved or I forgot which room it was in. So I ended up in some intellectual-type class, where they discussed and reasoned about abstract stuff. After I realized it wasn’t World History, I was about to leave, when the teacher started talking about dookie. I never expected to hear a college professor talk about dookie! So I stayed in there.
The professor quoted a statement and asked the people to explain what it meant. Here’s where I got confused. He said :
“The poop on my shoe is hypothetical.”
I looked at his shoes but didn’t see any poop. The people in the class gave a bunch of weird answers, some of them not even about poop at all. So I was confused… bewildered, even.
Anyway, I’ve been reading Buffet o’ Blog for a few months now, and I’ve seen a lot of important people here, along with some folks who use some really big words, so I figured somebody here might be able to help me out. Was the teacher saying he thought he might have some poop on his shoe but couldn’t see it? Or was he trying to confuse us? Or was there some type of hidden meaning in it? Does anybody have any ideas?
~ Thomas Wayne
The comments section is now open. If you have any ideas about what he’s asking about, share your wisdom (or wisdumb).
Today is Monday. I probably don’t have to tell you that this is the least popular day of the week. Today humor is needed more than on other days, because work can be more depressing. So let’s kick the week off with some funny, random quotes, including one about Mondays.
There is a technical meteorological term for a sunny, warm day which follows two rainy days. It’s called a “Monday”.
Have a good laugh at least twice a day to ensure regularhilarity.
Today I was wondering if insane people actually know they are insane or not. Reason is, sometimes I think I am, or going there! But I know it; that’s the thing. Or I think I know it… so I worry about that. I mean do you have to NOT think you’re insane to be insane? I almost don’t want to know the answer to that! ~ Spacecase
I’m starting a new line of restaurants called : “Mmm… Tastes Like Chicken”, and our whole menu just reads : “Mystery meat… mystery meat… mystery meat”.
Happiness is like wetting your pants — everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
If I had the chance to change just one thing in my life, I think I’d have to pick underpants.
My roommate says, “I’m going to take a shower and shave, does anyone need to use the bathroom?” It’s like some weird quiz where he reveals the answer first. ~ Mitch Hedberg