For the record-

I fucking hate focaccia.


Why do you taste like paste? You are a disgusting excuse for bread and whoever decided to use you to make sandwiches should be killed. Seriously, how do you ruin the perfect flavors of turkey, lettuce, tomato, and honey mustard? Oh, that's right... put it on focaccia.

oh. my. dog.

I got up Saturday morning at about 8:30. I went into the bathroom and midway through my morning pee I saw something. I cannot even explain how this happened but I had to take a picture for proof (after waking Ben up to make him look at it, of course).



My dog, little baby Wadadli (who needs to stand on his back legs just to see over the edge of the bathtub) had somehow jumped into the tub, pooped, and gotten out in the middle of the night. WTF? Who poops in a tub? How did he get in there? How did he do his poop-dance???



Funny how they never mention this kind of thing on the Dog Whisperer...

If I knew him, I'd give him the worlds biggest wedgie-

This poor kid, just when you think life can't get any worse... It's a Sunday night and all you want to do is emulate your favorite comic book villain but instead you end up getting thrown in the slammer looking like this:



Enjoy those group showers, I'm sure you'll be fine.



Thanks for the tip Jeff :)

Wait, what?

Anyone who has worked in the hospitality industry can appreciate this. Here is an actual application for employment.
I can't seem to make the image any larger but it says "Position(s) for which you are applying" in yellow and the pink, well, that's the real star of our show.

Amen, bitches.






Thanks for the laugh Joser :)

Holy Irony!

Yeah, that's the actual photo of a man who was trying to meet a 14-year-old girl for sex. Fucking awesome.

For more details, the article is on MSNBC (please note the subcategory of Criminal Weirdness). I can't even *imagine* the hilarious banter Chris Hanson could have had with this guy- what a perfect set up...

Reasons # 257-258 why I heart the midwest-

Yep, that's a medical waste container in the ladies room of the Minneapolis airport. So much Type 1 Diabetes, so little time...



Another treasure found in an airport bathroom. This one was in Detroit, which is apparently where Captain Obvious now resides. Side note- what are these people eating? From what I saw one flush could swallow an entire fruit basket.

bone,bone,bone,bone,bone,bone,bone!

I know I haven't done anything good on here in a while but I swear that's going to change soon. Until then, let this little piece of delight tide you over: