Do NOT watch these unless you are a full-grown flesh-and-blood adult, and have a very strong stomach.

GROSS! (And that means not safe for work, for those of you who need to be told.)

Who made these? Will justice prevail?

This has to be one of the most robust and capable, if not the most robust and capable, of the architectural blogs I have ever seen.

The number twelve was built for this.

…by means of a limerick:

Plaintiff has a great deal to say,
But it seems he skipped Rule 8(a).
His Complaint is too long,
Which renders it wrong,
Please rewrite and refile today.

So says Federal Judge Ronald Leighton to counselor Dean Browning Webb. The rule in question calls for a “short and plain statement” of the charges, and Webb’s filing came in at…465 pages with an eight page title.

I am an egregious sinner in this department, but I am also a humble one. We can all use a kick in the pants like this one. Well…most of us.

I know people in England I consider friends, but this is just plain funny and I’m sure they have a sense of humor over there.

And let’s face it — with countries, towns, religions and people, pretending to hate yourself to get everyone else to love you, is just a crock o’bullshit. It’s our birthday, God dammit.

H/T: Ace.

Awesome.

Yummy.

No word on how many calories.

H/T: Inst.

My quest to find worthwhile interesting things, things that have nothing whatsoever to do with him or him…

…continues…

Arrived by e-mail…

A man was washed up on a beach after a terrible shipwreck. Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him. After looking around, he realized that they were stranded on a deserted island.

After being there awhile, he got into the habit of taking his two animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the sunset.

One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle – a perfect night for romance.

As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely man. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.

But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep.

After that, the three of them continued t o enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.

A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck.

The only survivor was Hillary Clinton.

That evening, the man brought Hillary to the evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening – red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze – perfect for a night of romance. Pretty soon, the man started to get ‘those feelings’ again..

He fought the urges as long as he could but he finally gave in and leaned over to Hillary and told her he hadn’t had sex for months. Hillary batted her eyelashes and asked if there was anything she could do for him.

He said, ‘Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?’

This one also arived via e-mail…

A Kansas farm wife called the local phone company to report her telephone failed to ring

When her friends called – and that on the few occasions, when it did ring, her dog always

Moaned right before the phone rang.

The telephone repairman proceeded to the scene, curious to see this psychic dog or senile lady.

He climbed a telephone pole, hooked in his test set, and dialed the subscriber’s house.

The phone didn’t ring right away, but then the dog moaned and the telephone began to ring.

Climbing down from the pole, the telephone repairman found:

1. The dog was tied to the telephone system’s ground wire with a steel chain and collar.
2. The wire connection to the ground rod was loose.
3. The dog was receiving 90 volts of signaling current when the number was called.
4. After a couple of jolts, the dog wo uld start moaning and then urinate.
5. The wet ground would complete the circuit , thus causing the phone to ring.

Which demonstrates that some problems CAN be fixed by pissing and moaning.

And this one comes from Holtie’s House…

The seven dwarfs go to the Vatican , and because they are the seven dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope.

Grumpy leads the pack.

‘Grumpy, my son,’ says the Pope, ‘What can I do for you?’

Grumpy asks, ‘Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome ?’

The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, ‘No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome .’

In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling.

Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them.

Grumpy turns back, ‘Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe ?’

The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers, ‘No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe .

‘This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter.

Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare.

Grumpy turns back and says, ‘Mr.. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?’
The Pope, really confused by the questions says, ‘I’m sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.’

The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting………………..

‘Grumpy shagged a penguin! – Grumpy shagged a penguin!

The one that follows is pretty decent, too.

Judge to prostitute: “When did you realize that you had been raped?”
Prostitute, wiping away tears, “When the check bounced.”

Slightly amusing article in Slate.

It’s not dead here; there are some times when the ellipsis…or other self-interrupting bits of punctuation — the dash comes to mind — simply will not do.

From Bits & Pieces, who’d like to know…how do you explain this to your insurance company?