You be the judge: Cats that look like Hitler.com.
“Kitlers,” hehe. I really can’t make up stuff that’s weirder…
…one of these this close to me.
You can read more about coconut crabs here.
Any questions?
Today I heard what I imagine will be the funniest thing I’ll hear this month, at least.
I wish my lawn was emo, that way it would cut itself
What better way to get a leg up on the world than to sell cat feces to foreigners for over $100 per pound.
What scares me more is that people actually buy and drink this sh!t crap stuff.
Yesterday I snapped a good one of some snowy trees:
I took some pictures last night as I was leaving the office to see how my new camera does in low-light conditions. See for yourself:
But wait! What is that in the center?? Can it be? It looks like—oh no!
On our way back from the Beermans, driving along Farm Road 1960 in Humble TX we hit some bad traffic, with tons of police cruisers with their lights on blocking the road. Turns out there was a really bad accident, some poor dude on a motorcycle bought the farm. Other than that, I have no details about what happened. I just saw the body covered in a white sheet.
It’s a terrible thing to joke about, but that’s how some people (like me) deal with things like this. I said something to the effect of That’s something nobody wants to do just before Christmas. At least on accident.”
Perhaps you can solve The Mystery of the Decapitated Cover Models.
Anybody remember Men Without Hats? They were a two-hit wonder band in the 80s. I was talking to my wife about their The Safety Dance song, and we were talking about how their music video had a dancing midget with a jester hat (awesome!).
So I got to thinking about how different that was, then realized it was nothing new:
Dancing midgets for teh win!
Hallowe’en candy for zombies:
When I arrived at the Hyatt Regency San Francisco airport hotel this evening, they gave me a room key and when I opened the room, some older Asian dude was in it, he had just gotten out of the shower. Thankfully he was already dressed. We both had room keys for the same room. It wasn’t too cool of a thing to do to me.
I went back downstairs and talked to the check-in desk and got a new room, but it’s not what they promised. They said they’d move me tomorrow if I called and reminded them. What a hassle. They did give me a coupon for a free breakfast buffet. I’m not sure if that offsets the embarrassment or not.
So how, you may ask, did our trip to Silverwood go the other day?
Quite well, thank you. I ran in to my brother and his family there, as well as two undercover superheroes I’ll call Wolfman and Nipple Boy. You can probably guess how we figured out their names.
We went down the new water ride twice (you go down on a big raft), it was a blast, and I recommend getting as many people in the raft as possible for maximum splashage. Unfortunately it was the last day for Boulder Beach this season, so you’ll have to wait for next year.
Here’s an interesting sign for you:
At least these hookups aren’t in hot tubs…
Oh, by the way, despite the intermittent trees, I wasn’t in the woods taking this picture, honest.
I have a funny story to tell that happened here yesterday. One of our classroom trainers (not an employee of the company, but a “power user”), let’s call him Gary, came to the registration office yesterday morning with a request. He met this redhead in the hot tub last night, and after chatting her up, realized she was here for the same training he was teaching, but not the same class. After speaking with her, he “realized” she should be in his class, and asked us if we could change her location. We obliged.
When they arrived at our remote location (Gary drove, and let her ride with him instead of taking the bus), our employees there thought they were long-time friends because they knew so much about each other. She sat right in the front row, directly in front of Gary.
When our VP called looking for Gary to talk to him about their dinner plans (but couldn’t find him), he (the VP) asked us to track Gary down. We called back to the office where Gary was teaching, but he’d already left. Apparently Gary was overheard making new dinner plans with “one of his students”.
What happens in Coeur d’Alene stays in Coeur d’Alene, I guess.
Thanks to Ben for the scary link of the week: lolcode.com