Banh Men, Coconut Cookies: Of Taste in which Enhanced Odor is Likened
After getting fingered for taking photos at the Chinese Buffet, we went over to the Chinese Grocery to see if anything new was in stock. I didn’t find anything, but our hero Erik located and purchased these Banh Men, Coconut Cookies.
I wasn’t very excited about the prospect of “Erik Eats” with this product. Half of the surprise is seeing what is inside the container. This container is clear plastic and the somewhat maggot shaped cookies were visibly apparent.
A closer look reveals that the cookies look a lot like maggots!
Here's a close up of a cookie in my hand.
And a photo of a maggot from the internet thanks to the fine folks at dragonflypower.com.
And now a closer look at that cookie in my hand again.
The photo on the front of the container shows that the cookies should be served with pickled fish eggs and goat's milk cottage cheese.
We didn't have any of those other accoutrements, so we moved on to the taste testing. Erik opened the container and OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT STINK!
The stank that belched from the jar is an ungodly combination of bitter vomit and rotting, wet pancake shoes. There is not one ounce of coconut smell. Here are a few photos of folks smelling the Coconut Cookie open container:
Erik
HolyJuan
Stephanie avoids
Andy is tricked!
Once Erik finally got up the nerve, he ate one of the devil's cookies.
The taste is the exact same as the smell except that the smell wafts away in a few seconds and the thick, smegma paste lingers in one's mouth for minutes. It is horrible and disgusting.
And for fun, Erik stuck a few in my coffee cup and for the life of me I cannot scrub the nastiness of the horrid stink out of my cup.
I'll get him next week when we taste test: Bo Chi Dushu, Fetal Pig Uterus.
I wasn’t very excited about the prospect of “Erik Eats” with this product. Half of the surprise is seeing what is inside the container. This container is clear plastic and the somewhat maggot shaped cookies were visibly apparent.
A closer look reveals that the cookies look a lot like maggots!
Here's a close up of a cookie in my hand.
And a photo of a maggot from the internet thanks to the fine folks at dragonflypower.com.
And now a closer look at that cookie in my hand again.
The photo on the front of the container shows that the cookies should be served with pickled fish eggs and goat's milk cottage cheese.
We didn't have any of those other accoutrements, so we moved on to the taste testing. Erik opened the container and OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT STINK!
The stank that belched from the jar is an ungodly combination of bitter vomit and rotting, wet pancake shoes. There is not one ounce of coconut smell. Here are a few photos of folks smelling the Coconut Cookie open container:
Erik
HolyJuan
Stephanie avoids
Andy is tricked!
Once Erik finally got up the nerve, he ate one of the devil's cookies.
The taste is the exact same as the smell except that the smell wafts away in a few seconds and the thick, smegma paste lingers in one's mouth for minutes. It is horrible and disgusting.
And for fun, Erik stuck a few in my coffee cup and for the life of me I cannot scrub the nastiness of the horrid stink out of my cup.
I'll get him next week when we taste test: Bo Chi Dushu, Fetal Pig Uterus.
You take picture?
During lunch at our local Asian Buffet, we noticed a curious dish labeled “Marinated Steak.” Foods with the word steak in them have to be good. As a matter of fact, this dish is SO good that the management took the time to write, “For Customer Only” on the label. This dish is SO delicious that the employees are banned from eating it!
I thought I would take a photo of the sign to share with you. I borrowed Heather’s cell camera because mine sucks Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls. I walked up to take the photo and the only folks at the buffet were three people that work there. Two were loading up plates (but not with Marinated Steak!) and one was cleaning. I did not want to take the photo with anyone watching so I pretended like I was going back for fifths without a plate and a phone in my hand. The old man filling his plate seemed to be looking at me so I stuffed the phone in my pocket and checked out the desert trough. When I thought he was gone, I pulled out the unfamiliar camera, fumbled with it for a second and took this outrageously horrible shot.
I went back to the table, sat down and gave Heather back her camera.
“Excuse me sir?”
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“For my website.”
“What?”
“For my WEBSITE.” (When someone doesn’t understand you, speak louder.)
“What??”
I translated, “For my REB-SRITE.”
“Oh, you have brog?”
{AUTHOR’S NOTE – I just made that few lines up. Let me continue back where I started lying.}
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“I think that sign that says “For Customer Only” is funny. I can erase the photo if you want.”
“No. It’s OK. He just want to know why you take picture.”
She left. We paid. We left.
My co-workers said they would kill me if we all got banned. No Marinated Steak for you!
I thought I would take a photo of the sign to share with you. I borrowed Heather’s cell camera because mine sucks Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls. I walked up to take the photo and the only folks at the buffet were three people that work there. Two were loading up plates (but not with Marinated Steak!) and one was cleaning. I did not want to take the photo with anyone watching so I pretended like I was going back for fifths without a plate and a phone in my hand. The old man filling his plate seemed to be looking at me so I stuffed the phone in my pocket and checked out the desert trough. When I thought he was gone, I pulled out the unfamiliar camera, fumbled with it for a second and took this outrageously horrible shot.
I went back to the table, sat down and gave Heather back her camera.
“Excuse me sir?”
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“For my website.”
“What?”
“For my WEBSITE.” (When someone doesn’t understand you, speak louder.)
“What??”
I translated, “For my REB-SRITE.”
“Oh, you have brog?”
{AUTHOR’S NOTE – I just made that few lines up. Let me continue back where I started lying.}
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“I think that sign that says “For Customer Only” is funny. I can erase the photo if you want.”
“No. It’s OK. He just want to know why you take picture.”
She left. We paid. We left.
My co-workers said they would kill me if we all got banned. No Marinated Steak for you!
Freckled Jen to the rescue for the Erik Eats segments
We've done two "Erik Eats" segments where our hero Erik eats foods from Japan. Every Burger and Gummy Choco.
We had pretty much utilized all the fun stuff at the Chinese grocery store and were going to move on to eels when Freckled Jen sent me this photo from the North Market.
Looks like Erik's got a full menu to taste!!
As a bonus, here is a photo of Jen's sister Michelle at CD101 as their Guest DJ.
We had pretty much utilized all the fun stuff at the Chinese grocery store and were going to move on to eels when Freckled Jen sent me this photo from the North Market.
Looks like Erik's got a full menu to taste!!
As a bonus, here is a photo of Jen's sister Michelle at CD101 as their Guest DJ.
10 Movies that Make a Manly Man Cry
Though my manliness boils from my pores like a dropped bottle of Old Rasputin, I have my moments of weakness where I cry like a little girl. It used to only be during AT&T long distance commercials, but now I have a list of movies that cause me to weep.
Rudy
No real man doesn’t tear up when the team places their jerseys on coach’s desk or openly weep at the end when they carry Rudy off the field.
Big Fish
The first time I watched Big Fish, I cried at the ending. Now when I watch the film, I cry at the beginning, knowing how it will end. Afterwards, I drink tea and cuddle up in an afghan with a good book, waiting for my menses to begin.
Field of Dreams
“Hey! Dad? You want to have a catch?” I’m tearing up just writing that line. (I'm still waiting for James Earl Jones to come out of the cornfield.)
Terms of Endearment
I haven’t seen this flick in years, but I recently caught the end and had to turn it off when the mom lays down The Truth on the kids. I love the part when Mom’s Mom flips out at the nurses for the daughter’s pain medication. "GIVE MY DAUGHTER THE SHOT!"
Gallipoli
Mel Gibson runs and runs to try and save his childhood friend. In the end it is all for naught. “How fast are you going to run?” Not fast enough. Now that I know I’m going to cry at the end, I get choked up at the rendition of "Au Fond du Temple Saint" in the middle.
My Girl
Macaulay Culkin gets killed by bees. Little Vada wants to put his glasses on. He was going to be an acrobat.
Mask
Rocky dead in bed is heartbreaking. SPOILER WARNING! That first sentence is kinda a spoiler. Don’t read it if you have not seen the film.
Ordinary People
I love Mary Tyler Moore in this film. She is drowned in her own selfish grief. Older bro is just drowned.
Good Will Hunting
Obviously films with psychologists and troubled sons get me all verklempt.
Highlander II: The Quickening
I cried only because this movie was completely and utterly horrible. I will never think about this movie again unless I am being anally raped in prison and need to imagine that somewhere in the world, someone is watching that appalling movie and doing worse than me.
BONUS MAN CRY FILMS
Saving Private Ryan
A Perfect World
Braveheart
Rudy
No real man doesn’t tear up when the team places their jerseys on coach’s desk or openly weep at the end when they carry Rudy off the field.
Big Fish
The first time I watched Big Fish, I cried at the ending. Now when I watch the film, I cry at the beginning, knowing how it will end. Afterwards, I drink tea and cuddle up in an afghan with a good book, waiting for my menses to begin.
Field of Dreams
“Hey! Dad? You want to have a catch?” I’m tearing up just writing that line. (I'm still waiting for James Earl Jones to come out of the cornfield.)
Terms of Endearment
I haven’t seen this flick in years, but I recently caught the end and had to turn it off when the mom lays down The Truth on the kids. I love the part when Mom’s Mom flips out at the nurses for the daughter’s pain medication. "GIVE MY DAUGHTER THE SHOT!"
Gallipoli
Mel Gibson runs and runs to try and save his childhood friend. In the end it is all for naught. “How fast are you going to run?” Not fast enough. Now that I know I’m going to cry at the end, I get choked up at the rendition of "Au Fond du Temple Saint" in the middle.
My Girl
Macaulay Culkin gets killed by bees. Little Vada wants to put his glasses on. He was going to be an acrobat.
Mask
Rocky dead in bed is heartbreaking. SPOILER WARNING! That first sentence is kinda a spoiler. Don’t read it if you have not seen the film.
Ordinary People
I love Mary Tyler Moore in this film. She is drowned in her own selfish grief. Older bro is just drowned.
Good Will Hunting
Obviously films with psychologists and troubled sons get me all verklempt.
Highlander II: The Quickening
I cried only because this movie was completely and utterly horrible. I will never think about this movie again unless I am being anally raped in prison and need to imagine that somewhere in the world, someone is watching that appalling movie and doing worse than me.
BONUS MAN CRY FILMS
Saving Private Ryan
A Perfect World
Braveheart
For some reason, it's good to see that Handicapped people can be pricks, too.
This photo comes from my buddy Mike in Louisiana. The truck had handicapped plates, but they still parked like complete assholes.
I like it...
Gummy Choco of taste which smile contains withdrawn
We went to the Chinese Buffet today and ate and ate and ate. Afterwards, we went next door to the Asian Market to buy another product to test on our hero, Erik.
This week's find: Gummy Choco!
Somehow, Muscat worked it's way into the title. Muscat is either a type of grape or a rare form of deer droppings.
Upon opening the canister, we see what seems to be large rabbit droppings or small deer droppings.
Here are some deer droppings for comparison purposes:
Erik seems very interested at this point and uses a combination of yoga and yodeling to restrain his gag reflex.
Erik then fills his gaping maw with the seemingly chocolate lumps.
Let's take a moment to examine the interior of the Gummy Chocos.
Well well well. A sneaky, triple layered combination of tasty chocolate and mystery creme... The internet provided a detailed description of the interior components.
Sadly, only one ingredient showed any possibility of poisoning our hero:
Erik managed to choke down 32 - 33 of the yummy chunks of deer like feces before reverse swallowing them into a garbage container unit.
Great job Erik!
Next Week: Spicy, Sweet Ovary Lollipop
This week's find: Gummy Choco!
Somehow, Muscat worked it's way into the title. Muscat is either a type of grape or a rare form of deer droppings.
Upon opening the canister, we see what seems to be large rabbit droppings or small deer droppings.
Here are some deer droppings for comparison purposes:
Erik seems very interested at this point and uses a combination of yoga and yodeling to restrain his gag reflex.
Erik then fills his gaping maw with the seemingly chocolate lumps.
Let's take a moment to examine the interior of the Gummy Chocos.
Well well well. A sneaky, triple layered combination of tasty chocolate and mystery creme... The internet provided a detailed description of the interior components.
Sadly, only one ingredient showed any possibility of poisoning our hero:
Erik managed to choke down 32 - 33 of the yummy chunks of deer like feces before reverse swallowing them into a garbage container unit.
Great job Erik!
Next Week: Spicy, Sweet Ovary Lollipop
Dave does drugs in front of impressionable young children
Unbelievable! Dave is an upstanding member of the community and then this...
...of course, I am talking about the hairstyle.
...of course, I am talking about the hairstyle.
Liz and Hugh's Baby
Congrats to Hugh and Liz and the birth of their son, Sam.!!
For some reason I was drawn to this photo of the baby.
For some reason I was drawn to this photo of the baby.
$7000 is cheap!
I just read the following on CNN concerning the assassination of Benazir Bhutto:
“Pakistani Taliban commander Baitullah Mehsud paid out more than $7,000, including money to purchase suicide jackets, for the assassination of Benazir Bhutto, the chief Pakistani investigator said Sunday.”
All it took was $7K to kill her? By the most conservative figures we are spending about $150 million a day in Iraq. Using those figures, if we hired these guys to do the job, we could assassinate, I mean, rectify 21,428.5 terrorists a day!! Why hasn’t anyone at the Pentagon thought about this a little more? Instead of fighting the Taliban and Al Qaeda, we should hire them. They seem to be able to finish the job. They are equal opportunity as they have men and women do their work. I saw recently they also have started an on-the-job-training program for the mentally handicapped.
Now here’s the genius in all this… by having the Taliban and Al Qaeda do this with suicide bombing, we are taking out two for the price of one. And on top of all that, with all the bad public relations that they get from blowing up shit, their membership will decrease!
As a bonus, we’ll sell our overseas connections the bomb making supplies and vests for re-sale to the “Freedom Bombers.” This will drop our operating costs by 10 – 15%.
By my math, we could end this whole war on terrorism thing in about sixteen days with a little more than 2 billion dollars. Once we run out of terrorists, I’m sure we’ll breathe a sigh of relief and start poking around for other people to start spreading a thick coating of Democracy on.
“Pakistani Taliban commander Baitullah Mehsud paid out more than $7,000, including money to purchase suicide jackets, for the assassination of Benazir Bhutto, the chief Pakistani investigator said Sunday.”
All it took was $7K to kill her? By the most conservative figures we are spending about $150 million a day in Iraq. Using those figures, if we hired these guys to do the job, we could assassinate, I mean, rectify 21,428.5 terrorists a day!! Why hasn’t anyone at the Pentagon thought about this a little more? Instead of fighting the Taliban and Al Qaeda, we should hire them. They seem to be able to finish the job. They are equal opportunity as they have men and women do their work. I saw recently they also have started an on-the-job-training program for the mentally handicapped.
Now here’s the genius in all this… by having the Taliban and Al Qaeda do this with suicide bombing, we are taking out two for the price of one. And on top of all that, with all the bad public relations that they get from blowing up shit, their membership will decrease!
As a bonus, we’ll sell our overseas connections the bomb making supplies and vests for re-sale to the “Freedom Bombers.” This will drop our operating costs by 10 – 15%.
By my math, we could end this whole war on terrorism thing in about sixteen days with a little more than 2 billion dollars. Once we run out of terrorists, I’m sure we’ll breathe a sigh of relief and start poking around for other people to start spreading a thick coating of Democracy on.
Jesus Candy
My wife works at a pre-school. They have events for the kids and sometimes purchase novelty items and decorations concurrent with the theme. There are several vendors that supply these cheap trinkets, baubles and colorful decorations.
One of those companies is the Oriental Trading Company, Inc.
Once you make a single purchase from them, they fill your mailbox on a bi-weekly basis with their catalog. Usually I toss the thing in the recycling bin, but on a whim, I flipped through the catalog. There was the standard birthday kits, St. Patrick’s Day decorations, balloons, Jesus candy… Jesus candy? The Oriental trading Company obviously knows that religious people like to have parties too.
The “Walking With Jesus” Gummy Treat Pack caught my eye.
Several colorful gummy feet in assorted tropical fruit flavors! These footprints are in reference to the “Footprints” poem where a man has a dream that Jesus bailed on him during the toughest times of his life, making him walk alone. Upon further research, I found the original poem ending:
“THE LORD REPLIED:
My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I turned those footprints into sweet candy goodness, so that you would have a snack during those really awful times."
That cleared up everything…
Until I saw the “Colors of Faith” Jelly Bean treat Packet.
“Each assorted flavor jelly bean has a special meaning.” Wow! Kids can have a sugary snack AND be reminded of our God’s graces. The title says, “Thank you Lord for jelly beans. Their rainbow of colors remind me of your love.” Oh! How sweet! Let’s see what the colors represent:
WHAT THE HELL!
RED – God’s Shed Blood
This has got to be a typo or a reference to the Trinity and Jesus’ death on the cross. Either way, it’s still screwed up. They got the color right. It just seems a little gross to be happily chewing and swallowing God’s Type O. (I'm sure God would be a universal donor.) Then I thought perhaps this was the vengeful God candy and it was supposed to read, “God Sheds the Blood of the Unbelievers.” That would make a little more sense and be a warning to other kids in school when a handful of red jelly beans is left in their desk. “Here is some candy for you Billy! Enjoy it as you burn in the eternal hellfires.”
BLACK – Death and the Darkest Day
I thought red was fucked up. Luckily this part of the rainbow reminds me of God’s love.
Is it the goal of the candy to make you repent after lunch? Is it a quick snack for the apocalypse? You can’t take it with you, but why not a little treat before the ascension?
Imagine a screw up at the factory and getting a whole pack of blacks? Would you just kill yourself right there?
What if you don’t like the taste of the white ones? Is that sacrilege? Can you swap “God Created Light” with your friend’s “God’s Purity” and not piss off the Almighty?
These things I do not know. What I do know is that I will never be able to eat a black jellybean again without thinking of the four horsemen riding around and locusts. It’s hard to eat candy and think about locusts.
In case you want to place an order:
Jesus Footprints
Jellybeans of the Apocalypse
One of those companies is the Oriental Trading Company, Inc.
Once you make a single purchase from them, they fill your mailbox on a bi-weekly basis with their catalog. Usually I toss the thing in the recycling bin, but on a whim, I flipped through the catalog. There was the standard birthday kits, St. Patrick’s Day decorations, balloons, Jesus candy… Jesus candy? The Oriental trading Company obviously knows that religious people like to have parties too.
The “Walking With Jesus” Gummy Treat Pack caught my eye.
Several colorful gummy feet in assorted tropical fruit flavors! These footprints are in reference to the “Footprints” poem where a man has a dream that Jesus bailed on him during the toughest times of his life, making him walk alone. Upon further research, I found the original poem ending:
“THE LORD REPLIED:
My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I turned those footprints into sweet candy goodness, so that you would have a snack during those really awful times."
That cleared up everything…
Until I saw the “Colors of Faith” Jelly Bean treat Packet.
“Each assorted flavor jelly bean has a special meaning.” Wow! Kids can have a sugary snack AND be reminded of our God’s graces. The title says, “Thank you Lord for jelly beans. Their rainbow of colors remind me of your love.” Oh! How sweet! Let’s see what the colors represent:
WHAT THE HELL!
RED – God’s Shed Blood
This has got to be a typo or a reference to the Trinity and Jesus’ death on the cross. Either way, it’s still screwed up. They got the color right. It just seems a little gross to be happily chewing and swallowing God’s Type O. (I'm sure God would be a universal donor.) Then I thought perhaps this was the vengeful God candy and it was supposed to read, “God Sheds the Blood of the Unbelievers.” That would make a little more sense and be a warning to other kids in school when a handful of red jelly beans is left in their desk. “Here is some candy for you Billy! Enjoy it as you burn in the eternal hellfires.”
BLACK – Death and the Darkest Day
I thought red was fucked up. Luckily this part of the rainbow reminds me of God’s love.
Is it the goal of the candy to make you repent after lunch? Is it a quick snack for the apocalypse? You can’t take it with you, but why not a little treat before the ascension?
Imagine a screw up at the factory and getting a whole pack of blacks? Would you just kill yourself right there?
What if you don’t like the taste of the white ones? Is that sacrilege? Can you swap “God Created Light” with your friend’s “God’s Purity” and not piss off the Almighty?
These things I do not know. What I do know is that I will never be able to eat a black jellybean again without thinking of the four horsemen riding around and locusts. It’s hard to eat candy and think about locusts.
In case you want to place an order:
Jesus Footprints
Jellybeans of the Apocalypse
Meat Mountain Makes Miss Sally Sick
(Click to enlarge)
Miss Sally saw this ad in a parenting magazine. She said it grossed her out.
Now that I keep looking at it, it's starting to gross me out, too.
"This time, we didn't forget the gravy."
Miss Sally saw this ad in a parenting magazine. She said it grossed her out.
Now that I keep looking at it, it's starting to gross me out, too.
"This time, we didn't forget the gravy."
Mister! Mister!!
For three years I traveled with science museum exhibit, performing demonstrations and assisting guests with the sports related interactive exhibits. A school group excitedly poured into the exhibit one morning and I was swamped with kids wanting to spin like a skater on the angular momentum machine. This requires a bit of attention to the child spinning and I was only able to help one person at a time.
One boy was very excited and from behind me yelled, “Mister! Mister! Look at this!”
I turned my head and replied, “Just a second while I finish with this guest!”
He continued, “Mister! Mister! Come here and look at this!”
I ever so tactfully replied over my shoulder, “Just a second please.”
He ramped up a decibel or two, “Misterrrrrrrrr! Look! Look!”
I stopped the spinning guest and turned to confront the rambunctious child when a teacher walked up to the boy and said, “What do you want to show me?” Her nametag read, “Miss Derr.”
One boy was very excited and from behind me yelled, “Mister! Mister! Look at this!”
I turned my head and replied, “Just a second while I finish with this guest!”
He continued, “Mister! Mister! Come here and look at this!”
I ever so tactfully replied over my shoulder, “Just a second please.”
He ramped up a decibel or two, “Misterrrrrrrrr! Look! Look!”
I stopped the spinning guest and turned to confront the rambunctious child when a teacher walked up to the boy and said, “What do you want to show me?” Her nametag read, “Miss Derr.”
Ly would shit a brick
Back in 1998, I lugged about a ton of river rock, two hundred pounds at a time, up to the Life exhibit. They were a scenic component that I laid out one stone at a time in the very serene, oval, solid wood floor entrance to the Life exhibit. I remember arguing with Ly that we should epoxy the rocks in place. She didn't think it was necessary. I was more concerned about people kicking or throwing them.
Over time, kicking has been an issue. Throwing has not.
Neither one of us ever saw this coming:
I'm glad we didn't glue the rocks down.
Over time, kicking has been an issue. Throwing has not.
Neither one of us ever saw this coming:
I'm glad we didn't glue the rocks down.
Black Team
We are having a weight loss competition at work. I put out this sign over a tray of fudge that someone had left outside the boardroom.
I'm on the Black Team.
I'm on the Black Team.
16 Fun Facts You Never Learned in School
Did you know? Pencil lead contains no lead, but lead contains about 12% graphite.
Did you know? 98% of the earth's sand all came from the same mass of sandstone?
Did you know? The moment between when the second hand on a clock ticks from one second to the next is called a trite.
Did you know? The tradition of throwing rice at a wedding was originally an Amish wedding tradition.
Did you know? “x” is the least used letter on the keyboard while “s” is the most. (w is now in second with the advent of the www.)
Did you know? Most lotions contain mayonnaise.
Did you know? Almonds soaked in tuna and then ingested will diminish a man’s sperm count fifteen fold. Those same almonds ingested by a woman will have no effect besides bad breath.
Did you know? 50% of American students are below average while 50% of all Japanese students are above average.
Did you know? The Great Wall of China is hollow and that locals in remote areas use the empty cavities to house sheep and goats.
Did you know? The average house stairway contain 11 steps.
Did you know? Dental floss was originally made of horse hair soaked in bitters.
Did you know? The inventor of Doritos named them after his wife Dorinda, whom he met when she was his parole officer.
Did you know? It takes the largest wheel on a big wheel the same time to spin a full circle as the small wheel.
Did you know? French law requires that the base of a wine glass be the exact same size as the top opening of the glass.
Did you know? 85% of bald people die of a depression related illness.
Did you know? It takes almost 4 hours for blood from your feet to reach your heart. This is why hypothermia strike the toes first.
Did you know? 98% of the earth's sand all came from the same mass of sandstone?
Did you know? The moment between when the second hand on a clock ticks from one second to the next is called a trite.
Did you know? The tradition of throwing rice at a wedding was originally an Amish wedding tradition.
Did you know? “x” is the least used letter on the keyboard while “s” is the most. (w is now in second with the advent of the www.)
Did you know? Most lotions contain mayonnaise.
Did you know? Almonds soaked in tuna and then ingested will diminish a man’s sperm count fifteen fold. Those same almonds ingested by a woman will have no effect besides bad breath.
Did you know? 50% of American students are below average while 50% of all Japanese students are above average.
Did you know? The Great Wall of China is hollow and that locals in remote areas use the empty cavities to house sheep and goats.
Did you know? The average house stairway contain 11 steps.
Did you know? Dental floss was originally made of horse hair soaked in bitters.
Did you know? The inventor of Doritos named them after his wife Dorinda, whom he met when she was his parole officer.
Did you know? It takes the largest wheel on a big wheel the same time to spin a full circle as the small wheel.
Did you know? French law requires that the base of a wine glass be the exact same size as the top opening of the glass.
Did you know? 85% of bald people die of a depression related illness.
Did you know? It takes almost 4 hours for blood from your feet to reach your heart. This is why hypothermia strike the toes first.
Actual CNN headline: Roger Clemens Questioned by Lawmakers On Steroids
If you need proof, here are photos of a couple of roid raging lawmakers:
A bulked up Henry Waxman (D-Calif) in an anabolic fit of drug induced anger.
Elijah Cummings (D-Md.) in a complete and utter roid rage.
Vote for #4 please!
My friend Stephanie has entered a design contest. Can you vote for her?
Go to http://www.wwhotv.com/Global/category.asp?C=125471&nav=menu581_4 and use the ballot at the bottom of the page to vote for #4 please.
Thanks!
HolyJuan
No Bombs
You just can't have bombs anywhere these days. The terrorists have won.
Photo Credit: Bill Christman
Has God told Huckabee that McCain won’t make it to the Republican National Convention?
Huckabee knows something that mathematicians and most everyone else does not. In a surprising announcement this morning on MSNBC, Mike Huckabee stated that even though it is mathematically improbable for him to win the Republican nomination, he is going to continue on campaigning because “something could happen to John McCain” between now and the Republican National Convention. What is that something? McCain could drop the F bomb or call Obama a pineapple chucker. But what we all know he means is that McCain could have a stroke or drop dead any minute.
And how would Huckabee get this information? God told him.
In Huckabee’s twice daily (and three times on the Sabbath) conversations with God, he probably asks God if he should continue his campaigning. What do you think God is saying to Huck? A smart God would tell Huckabee to drop out so that he doesn’t make McCain look un-Conservative. He’d probably mention that miracles are for wine, loaves and fishes and not for elections. But that’s not what Huckabee is hearing. Huckabee hears, “Go the distance,” and inevitably, “If you build it, McCain will have a stroke.”
Now, my belief is that McCain has a better chance of saying “fuck” than dropping dead. He’s a tough s.o.b. no matter what Chuck Norris says. But… if you know God is on your side, anything is possible.
So if in some offhand chance, McCain does bite it before the Republican National Convention and Huckabee wins the nomination… what next? I assume that if God will take the time to off McCain, he would also want Huck to win the general election as well. Now that would take a miracle… unless Obama has a stroke too. Then Hillary would come down with prostate cancer and so on and so on until there’s no one left to run against him.
And if all that happens, you can bet for sure that I’m going to repent, vote for Huckabee and convert to whatever religion he tells me to in the 28th Amendment. Hallelujah Huckabee!!
And how would Huckabee get this information? God told him.
In Huckabee’s twice daily (and three times on the Sabbath) conversations with God, he probably asks God if he should continue his campaigning. What do you think God is saying to Huck? A smart God would tell Huckabee to drop out so that he doesn’t make McCain look un-Conservative. He’d probably mention that miracles are for wine, loaves and fishes and not for elections. But that’s not what Huckabee is hearing. Huckabee hears, “Go the distance,” and inevitably, “If you build it, McCain will have a stroke.”
Now, my belief is that McCain has a better chance of saying “fuck” than dropping dead. He’s a tough s.o.b. no matter what Chuck Norris says. But… if you know God is on your side, anything is possible.
So if in some offhand chance, McCain does bite it before the Republican National Convention and Huckabee wins the nomination… what next? I assume that if God will take the time to off McCain, he would also want Huck to win the general election as well. Now that would take a miracle… unless Obama has a stroke too. Then Hillary would come down with prostate cancer and so on and so on until there’s no one left to run against him.
And if all that happens, you can bet for sure that I’m going to repent, vote for Huckabee and convert to whatever religion he tells me to in the 28th Amendment. Hallelujah Huckabee!!
In Paris... aim for the sign
We saw this warning sign in Paris along the river.
In the United States, we would build a four foot high barrier with a metal fence on top of it all along the length of the river. In Paris, they put up a sign and hope you have common sense. If you do find yourself heading for the dropoff... aim for the sign.
In the United States, we would build a four foot high barrier with a metal fence on top of it all along the length of the river. In Paris, they put up a sign and hope you have common sense. If you do find yourself heading for the dropoff... aim for the sign.
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