Gay Penguins Steal Straight Couples' Eggs
A pair of gay penguins at Polar Land in Harbin, north east China has taken to stealing the eggs of straight couples and leaving rocks in place to fool their victims. The penguins, named Anderson Cooper and Clay*** by the zoo keepers, have been outed by their fellow penmates and have since been ostracized by the flock. Fearing for the stress levels of the flock, keepers have taken Anderson and Clay out of their enclosure and segrated them alone in a pen of their own.
When asked about the decision to separate the gay penguin couple, one keeper told the Austrian Times newspaper as reported in the Daily Telegraph, "It's not discrimination. We have to fence them separately, otherwise the whole group will be disturbed during hatching time."
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***The names Anderson Cooper and Clay may not have actually been used by the keepers at the zoo, and may in fact have been invented by me.
I love the thing about the rocks....
Right-wing Christian types tend to deny the existence of gay penguins, figuring that gay penguins are evidence against homosexuality being a choice. But I think they should use this to their advantage: "Vote Democratic, and they'll implement the homosexual agenda! Next thing you know, gay penguins will come into your homes and steal your eggs!"
And really, gay penguin egg stealers? We just need to have cuckoos adapt to their environment -- damn shiftless neglectful cuckoos -- and everything will be ok.
So, I came across this recipe challenge thing (via Damn Hell Ass Kings), and this month's theme is hors d'oeuvres, and I think I'm totally going to make Monica's onion tartlets this weekend. Because I totally own the Friends cookbook.
Just FYI.
Gay penguins are pretty common. Usually they are given rocks or extra eggs, so they won't cause a ruckus by stealing them!
Because I totally own the Friends cookbook.
So do we!!! It's the recipe Joe uses for meatloaf and it is SO FREAKING GOOD.
Really, everything I've made from it is good. Maybe I'll work my way through the rest this winter.
Is there a recipe for trifle that tastes like feet?
I've had Joe's meatloaf. It is om nom nom.
I am home (sadly) and unpacked and lying on the futon with Loki. T informs me she came over yesterday and found him lost in the duvet. AGAIN. He also managed to get into the closet (closed,) knock stuff down, get out and close it. And knock his water and food dishes all about, making a mess. Devi admirably restrained herself and just made a mess of the litter and scared the crap out of T by hiding and then vulching at her from high places. I gave her $20 more than I planned. I'll need to clean tomorrow night. How they make a bigger mess when I am gone than here, I don't know.
Devi's walking around trilling and werping now, mostly leaving Loki alone. I may try leaving the bedroom door open tonight.
About 15 new problems erupted over the weekend at work. BAH. And someone thought I was back today. Newp, buddy.
I miss Noah & Grace. My cats don't blow kisses or get crazily happy when you dip them or chase 'em. I wish I were closer and able to have long rambling conversations with folk. Ah well, it'll come again.
