A teacher in California is reported to be in stable condition after attempting to use an artillery shell to squash a bug, and blowing off part of his hand.
The incident happened during class, in front of approximately two dozen students.
Another teacher has stated they’re certain the victim didn’t believe the round was live.
Now, I have to say that no matter what the teacher thought it’s just pretty damn strange to me that a teacher would think this item would make a good paperweight for his desk at school. I mean, would we expect to see defunct grenades as converted pencil holders?
Imagine if it had been some student playing with that thing. Lawsuit city.
Instead, the guy can’t blame anyone but himself.
Truthfully, the thought processes (or lack of thought) of some people staggers me. Let’s just chalk this up in the “not the brightest idea ever conceived of” category.
I mean, if your child’s teacher had artillery on his desk at school, wouldn’t you be a little concerned? I sure would.
In other news…
Jerry Springer is damn sorry to have missed this baby shower.
Not only was a man shot, but several people – including the seven-months-pregnant guest of honor – were beaten with a stick when a fight over whether a couple let their five-year-old daughter drink beer turned into a brawl.
I don’t need to say anything, do I?
This is why I stay home and only socialize over computers.
Professional protester lives the lives of fictious famous people
Sort of. I’m not sure if he’s just big on Asian prisons, but first Santa Claus, then Spider Man?
I really want to see him try being The Incredible Hulk. Any other nominations?
A textbook in western India is causing controversy: It compares women to donkeys and finds women aren’t as loyal as the pack animal.
"A donkey is like a housewife," declares the Hindi language primer approved by the state of Rajasthan, according to The Times of India newspaper. "It has to toil all day and, like her, may even have to give up food and water."
"In fact, the donkey is a shade better," continues the text meant for 14-year-olds, "for while the housewife may sometimes complain and walk off to her parents' home, you'll never catch the donkey being disloyal to his master.
Of course, people are protesting. Apparently changes to the text are underway.
What I don’t get is the failure of some people to appreciate how controversy and debate can stimulate young minds and generate interest. I just bet that a lot of boys were very keen to read this text when they heard the stir about it.
Okay, granted, the girls might not have been so impressed…
Daughter is Pregnant
A twenty-one-year-old girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for two months.
Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit.
The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.
Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, "Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!"
The girl picks up the phone and makes a call.
Half an hour later a Ferrari stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with gray hair, impeccably dressed in a very expensive suit, steps out of the car and enters the house.
He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and tells them, "Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation, but I'll take charge. If a girl is born, I will bequeath her two retail stores, a townhouse, a beach villa and a $1,000,000 bank account. If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $2,000,000 bank account.
“If it is twins, a factory and $1,000,000 each. However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?"
At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him, "Then you try again."
Yup. Two whole days without sex. Sort of. I’m likely at my limit. But I’m already working ahead to a great new porn post for next week.
Amongst other provocative things. But today, I’ve just been amazed yet again, at the bizarreness in the world.
What do people do that boggles your mind?
And in answer to Bonnie's question, I don't really have a nickname. My husband calls me Bear. Which could be short for unbearable, come to think of it.
Several others have called me bitchy...
Nominations and suggestions will be considered carefully.