So, is it possible for someone to die if he's passed out drunk and his friends insert a live eel into his ass?
Death by Ass Eel (not) Debunked
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So, is it possible for someone to die if he's passed out drunk and his friends insert a live eel into his ass?
Death by Ass Eel (not) Debunked
7 of the Worst Neighbors Ever - Oddee.com (bad neighbors, neighborhood...)
An elderly woman was trapped in her bathroom and needed help, so she started tapping on the pipes to get attention. Instead of knocking on her door or checking on her, her neighbors filed a petition to stop the noise. Nice!
She was trapped in her bathroom (and banging on pipes) for 20 days.
The booty of Helen of Troy was legendary.
Ha!
And check out these portraits in the style of Flemish masters. Very cool.
Those are amazing, but is that an opossum in one of those? Eeek! The one with the mallard is strangely comical.
So, is it possible for someone to die if he's passed out drunk and his friends insert a live eel into his ass?
I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW.
I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW.
Well, that's why I didn't post the details.
ION, this lady can break into my apartment any time.
Susan Warren, 'Cleaning Fairy,' Accused Of Breaking Into Home And Cleaning It
eta: Oh, but then she left a bill for the cleaning. Not cool, Cleaning Fairy.
The Remarkable Giraffe Weevil of Madagascar ~ The Ark In Space
I've never heard of these before. Damn freaky.
Although the species is not listed as threatened or endangered, little is known about it as it was only recently discovered (2008). However, the population is thought to be healthy and, remarkably, they are not predated by any other species.It is suspected that the eggs may be occasionally eaten by smaller bugs, leading the male to protectively hang around after mating, but even this is not proven.
The Cotton Gin refers to the alcohol consumed by those working on cotton farms.
I thought it referred to the card game played by those working on cotton farms.
Wait. No, that's Cotton Gin *Rummy.* My bad.
I firmly believe that the crucifixion is not something you can do to yourself simply because you do not have enough hands.
It is the "simply because" that gets me!
I have the world's crankiest pants today- I had a meltdown over a show I am doing (I work with the director) because he had misunderstood me about something, and now I have crying hangover.
More interesting portraits. (This time: painted.)
Speaking of ass deaths, an article yesterday taught me (via comments) of the following interesting method: Stick a hot poker up someone's ass, but do it inside a funnel-shaped thing to avoid external burns.
Obviously this would not get past a post mortem today, but at the time when it was supposed to happen...crafty. And the butt-funnel was a length of bone.
Of course, I can't remember who this was supposed to have happened to, nor who did it. Just--really hot poker in your arse.