The boys of section D could not believe their luck – another messy spill on the poop deck!
They love using the big suckers. Yes, comrade, they loved to suck!
Alternate History Fridays: Failed Soviet Propaganda (1)
Gustav hated to admit it, but it was true.
His flatulence was legend among the Proud Soviet of Lower Colen (previously Lower Slusolia).
In Lower Colen, they have a joke: What doesn’t buzz and doesn’t go up your ass?
… A Soviet machine engineered for buzzing and going up your ass.
For the Red Army There are No Obstacles!
Mini-Skwibs: Critters Edition
You do not own a snake. You know that. You are awakened by the delicate, excruciating pain of having your arm squeezed by a four-foot python. And then it bites you.
After you fling it off, and get some medical attention, a thought occurs to you: your day can only get better, right?
Right?
You are unsure what is rustling behind the TV, but it’s probably a mouse.
Nope, it’s a venomous South American centipede.
And it says: “hej majn, what are joo looking at?”
Venomous AND psycho-reactive.
Pathetically Endowed Fish Love
Bob the mosquitofish never had much with the ladies. His tiny thing was of no interest to them. They much preferred the whale-like yang of Jeremy the Bahamian mosquitofish. This was both bad and good news.
Bad news: Bob didn’t get much of a chance to pass along his tiny thing DNA.
Good news: Much less likely to be eaten because Jeremy was slowed down by his whale-like yang.
Wednesday-O-Rama (the thoid)
A packet of puchritudinous posts today at The Carnival of the Vanities, hosted by Incite. A few funny things can be found at The Conservative Cat, and the ninth Carnival of Liberty is at Resistance is futile! More to come on these carnivals later.
Tuesday carnivals and other o-rama
Today we have Items of Interest , the Carnival of the Clueless (this is fun), an appearance at the Daily Kos, and I’m sure there’s some I’m missing. Ah, yes the Storyblogging Carnival — this is a good one to check out for some short bloggish fiction.
A personal note from your mutated host
I am totally screwed.
I mean, the article from the “beeb” (link below) about redheads being much more at risk of skin cancer is out of the “duh” file, but still, it reminded me that I am, indeed, a mutant with highly reactive melanosomes in my skin, which have a propensity to create nasty things. The science is kind of interesting though, as is the British description of us mutants as having “ginger” hair.
Ah well, at least I’m not sitting in the Superdome listening to the sound of the roof being ripped off and waiting for a flood of toxic junk to fill my city. I’m definitely not rooting for the hurricane.