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They’re Just breasts they say, and don’t understand why they must be covered up.

How much is a plane ticket to Sweden?

This beautiful image was captured at this year’s Oktoberfest. It brings a tear to my eye.

Here’s a nice little Curb your Enthusiasm clip in celebration.

One of strangest disasters I ever heard of was the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

If you had to choose how to die, drowning in molasses would probably not rank high on your list. On Jan. 15, 1919, 21 people, a dozen horses and at least one cat had no choice. This day was unseasonably warm, causing a huge molasses tank 50 ft (15 m) tall, 90 ft (27 m) in diameter and containing as much as 2,300,000 US gal (8,700,000 L) to collapse. The collapse unleashed an immense wave of molasses Read the rest of this entry »

I just thought I’d point out that it’s 4:20 PM. That’s all.

target. Any day, any TIME of the day, it’s crowded with every asshole, hipster and idiot from here to the schuylkill river. The parking lot (equivalent to 2 city blocks long, perhaps two wide) is always jammed packed. Cars circle the parking lot looking for a space closer to the door, even by just a few feet and pay no mind to innocent walkers trying to cross in the cross walk. Alternatively, everyone else wanders in the parking lot and self assured hipster assholes stroll through the parking lot at turtle-like speeds and clog up both lanes.

Target, despite have every register known to man open – will have lines that extend far into the isles. Everything is always picked over. I wanna know what god damned bigfoot woman is buying up all the size 11 shoes before I get there, and why she also feels the need to buy up all the medium/large sized skivvies and dresses.

I’d rather go to the post office at 4:45 on an afternoon than this mecca of crazy! However, Target is [sadly] the only place (outside of the falling apart K Mart and the unmentionable 5th layer of hell that is known as WAL MART) where you can buy a stick of deodorant, computer mouse, mailing tape, some candy and a dress in one shop.

But god damn it, why is is a fucking magnet for every crazy, self absorbed, self-entitled asshat with NO common manners?

I found this site that pretty much sums up the greatness of Action Park. Check out the following excerpt about the Tarzan Swing. (PS: Can you believe the site is called “Domain of Death 3″?)

Lets start off with the Tarzan Swings which were, and still are, a spectacle of pain. The swing was huge first off; the beam to hold them must have hovered 30 feet above the water. The swings (there were three) had a triangle shaped bar to hang onto and riders would swing from platforms that were about 15 feet above the water. The goal of this attraction was to successfully swing over the bulk of the water and let go at the pinnacle of your swing; it rarely ever went that way though.

      This is what would normally happen: You grab onto the bar, tumble off the platform, and then you forget to tuck you’re legs in to avoid hitting the surface of the water and finally you faceplant into the pool. I remember seeing one kid not let go of the swing at all; he reached the apex of the swing, started traveling backwards, and then slammed into this padded wall just under the platform. He then dropped like a dead bird into the water and had to swim the entire length of the pool to get out…which must be the worst possible thing ever.

If you grew up in the Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York area during the mid 80’s to early 90’s there was a magical place called Action Park full of all kinds of adventure that even I, at the tender ages of 10 to 15, already understood to be highly dubious.

The place was great! They had tanks you could ride in that shot tennis balls, and for a measely quarter you too, could shoot at the tanks from the sidelines. You could also shoot anybody unwise enough to be in the kill zone without a tank wrapped about their bodies. They had bumper boats in a water snake infested pond, go karts, and for those of us 16 years old there were mini Indy 500 cars. And that’s just the dangers on the “Motor World” side of the park. Read the rest of this entry »

Thanks to Krsna for getting me started on telling you about some things I like!

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