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the worlds 10 largest holes

refound this site, good for a chuckle.
http://ismccainpresident.com/

fuckyoupenguin

While there are some animals that just straight don’t exist, the dik-dik is very real, only you can’t see it except in photos. (Proof: Show me a dik-dik on the internet that isn’t in a photograph.) This photo was taken of an out of focus tree, but when it was developed, there was a dik-dik right there, smiling in its little creepy adorable way. Trust me: you do not want a dik-dik to show up in your photos. Minutes after this photo was taken, both the man and the dog were killed in a freak accident involving a water ski, two pairs of wool mittens, and a lion (it was mostly because of the lion). Dik-dik’s are doomed to this kind of work because they are really just a giant rip-off of an antelope with a little bit of anime thrown in to make them look really creepy in a Disney kind of way.

The best way to get rid of a dik-dik in any photo is to tell it to get lost. Personally, I like focusing on its lack of originality, e.g. HEY DIK-DIK IF I WANTED TO GET TERRIFIED BY WEIRD LOOKING PHOTOS, I WOULD JUST WATCH THE RING OR READ THE GOOSEBUMPS BOOK SAY CHEESE AND DIE. Don’t try to get rid of them by looking at various pictures of them in cute poses for hours on end, or by thinking it’s ridiculously cute that they are named after the sound they make when they are alarmed, because I’ve tried that already, and it doesn’t work.

amazing BsAs graffiti.

LOS ANGELES (Reuters Life!) - Trophy wives are angry. Their clothing allowance has been halved, they’ve had to fire their personal trainers and their sex lives have tanked.
Who are these downtrodden? The wives and girlfriends of bankers. And now they have a website through which to share their tribulations.

Dating A Banker Anonymous
Not sure if its a marketing stunt of not, but it is fabulous.

“The sitter’s hours are cut, both the family and my private credit card are cut in half, and I’m switching from having my facials and massages in my earthy, yoga-and-wine serving downtown spa to a midtown been-in-business-forever place with ladies in cubbies wearing pink jackets and lots of make-up giving facials only,” says one entry from Cathy, who wrote about life in Manhattan with a banker husband whose income was cut in January by 75 percent.

bad street signs, amazing

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The Beatles, “I Want to Hold Your Hand”

I’m filled with self-loathing, and, though outwardly I hate everything you represent, I want to do it with you.