dear clusterflock
So, clusterflockstock IV.
Now that we’re nearing March, I’m wondering if anyone has an idea for where the group of us could get together this year. Based on what we’ve learned from previous years’ plannings, the when tends to be less important than the where.
Is it possible cat urine may be an aphrodisiac for infected men?
After I return from Prague, Flegr informs me that he’s just had a paper accepted for publication that, he claims, “proves fatal feline attraction in humans.” By that he means that infected men like the smell of cat pee—or at least they rank its scent much more favorably than uninfected men do. Displaying the characteristic sex differences that define many Toxo traits, infected women have the reverse response, ranking the scent even more offensive than do women free of the parasite. The sniff test was done blind and also included urine collected from a dog, horse, hyena, and tiger. Infection did not affect how subjects rated these other samples.
headline of the day
Why Popcorn Smells Like a Bearcat’s Butt
Not my super-heroine persona,
but I am thinking that somebody should assume the mantle of The Sanitizer.
After Farting
“Who run Bartertown!?”
in case the NAzis with the GERMAN dog come back to kick me out
I am clean and keep a neat tent. I shave and shower every other week, we can alternate so some one is always in the tent. My girlfriend will bring food so we don’t have to leave. $1.00 rent is due upon our agreement and is due on the first of every month. It is not refundable as your dollar symbolizes your dedication to the tent and our cause.
(via)
headline of the day, III
Woman sues dealer, alleges dead-body odor in SUV
This will only end well
Bison rides in car to pub, chugs beer
Jim and Bailey usually hop around town in their Buffalo-mobile, a sedan transformed into a convertible by taking out the front and back seats, the roof, the windows and the windshield, so Bailey can be comfortable.
(via Laughing Squid)
headline of the day
Ohio Elections Board Says Worker Bit Voter’s Nose
tweet of the day
dear clusterflock
Post a photo of your fridge.
Oscar Mayer. It doesn’t get better than this.
Oscar Mayer Sandwich Combos are one of the five unique varieties of Adult Lunch Combos.
Cindy tipped me to this, and I have been snorting ever since.
weehuggers
Alicia is researching cloth diapers for Levi and thought this video was something the flock might enjoy.
“Oh, go fuck yourself”
That such brutal language as “You cock-sucking son of a bitch!” “You prick-eating bastard!” “You cunt-lapping dog!” “Kiss my ass, you son of a bitch!” “A dog must have fucked your mother when she made you!” “I fucked your mother, you sister, your wife!” “I’ll make you suck my ass!” “You cock-sucker!” and many other revolting terms are used by a limited number of players to intimidate umpires and opposing players, and are promiscuously used upon the ball field, is vouched for by the almost unanimous assertion of those invited to speak, and who are competent to speak from personal knowledge. Whether it be the language quoted above, or some other indecent and infamous invention of depravity, the League is pledged to remove it from the ball field, whether it necessitates the removal of the offender for a day or for all time. Any indecent or obscene word, sentence, or expression, unfit for print or the human ear, whether mentioned in these instructions or not, is contemplated under the law and within its intent and meaning, and will be dealt with without fear or favor when the fact is established by conclusive proof.
This may or may not be an actual memo sent to Major League Baseball players in 1898 as part of a campaign to eradicate foul language from the game, but who gives a fuck, you worthless ball licker?
(via the browser)
A good place to write crap
Vijender Shekhawat’s big break came while visiting a shrine near the Amber Fort in Jaipur, as he glanced down at the pile of elephant dung he had just failed to avoid. A struggling maker of handmade paper, he noticed that the texture of the plant-eating animal’s manure was a lot like wood pulp.
Eureka! he thought. Pachyderm poop paper.
I’m sorry…
Danny started this tonight. I couldn’t help but play along.
In the sixties, my brother and I once owned an Allen Sherman album. We prided ourselves on memorizing the lyrics to his songs. At any given moment, I can pull this one out of memory. Danny’s heard me enough, he can pull most of it out himself.
Weird Al Yankovic don’t have nothing on Sherman.
I wish there were an “I’m sorry” category.
What Flannery said
The vet charged $400 to tell me that Bruce needed to fart.
Kasoundi
Select your mix of chillies and slice them up. Separate the seeds from the flesh if you want a milder outcome. Kasoundi is not a macho hot-sauce contest. Avoid the temptation to construct an edible inferno, because all those subtle flavours will be lost. Look, you should just throw out the seeds.
Where’s Timmy?
Super Flush Toilet Can Swallow Golf Balls
During testing, the team flushes objects with a range of consistencies, including napkins, sponges, miso paste, polyballs, saw dust and corn.
And with competition from other companies, American Standard has no problem demonstrating the punch of its products, even on smart phones.
Fifty-six chicken nuggets? No problem for these crappers. Water wigglers? You bet.
Believe This or Piss Off
The new Alabama govenor has an interesting take on representative government:
Anybody here today who has not accepted Jesus Christ as their savior, I’m telling you, you’re not my brother and you’re not my sister….
Rugelach
Boy Warriors of the Militia
from the comments
I think I’ve told this before. I rode 14 hours, from Savannah to Northeast Arkansas in the backseat, with a flatulent dachshund named Hans. Hans did not seem embarrassed in any way. The odor was sharp and dog-foody. Tangy. I finally pretended to sleep, burying my face into a pillow crammed in the corner between the seat and the door where some fresh air was seeping in.
quote out of context
“It was very difficult, especially because the smells were unbelievable,” she said. “It seemed almost like every floor we went up there was a different odor.”
Also:
The casino was closed and, for a time, so were the bars.
I was an alien for Halloween
It was a real pain in the ass to put together and I couldn’t breathe through my nose the whole night, but in the end it was worth it just to watch people react to me on the street. I made the prosthetic and the teeth, I bought the contacts and the bald cap, and a friend applied the makeup. I wish I had better photos, but it took so long to get my makeup together that we didn’t end up with enough time to go get the good camera.
– Pam
