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Seriously... If this guy passed I would be really worried.

Aside from being uproariously funny this story illustrates the dangers of working for local government. I bet in his mind, Holliday is secretly a member of the Tea Party movement and wanted to teach the teat sucking guvmint employee a lesson.

"Holliday's grandmother told the paper that the DMV worker may have hit his head on the windshield."

Yeah, and that guy was lucky Holliday didn't pull out his Bible and smack him with it as well. I mean he had to know there was no passenger air bag to deploy and save the dupe... OUCH forehead meet dashboard!!

I can hear Obama preparing his speech now... "As public servants, we know the deal... blah blah blah"... SNOOOZE!

I told you I was nuts!

Oregon... a big Mammal House

I used to love going to the mammal house at the zoo when I was young. It was so entertaining to watch the monkeys fling pooh at each other... Turns out I could have moved to Bend, Oregon and saved the 5 bucks.

I bet that at least one party involved voted for Obama, but I would not bet against all parties involved being Obama voters either...

"'Actually, once I started doing it, I kind of lost all rational thought together and I just got into this mode of emptying bags,' she said. 'And as I was flinging the poo all over her yard - it felt really good, and I just kept doing it.'"

Yep... tell tale marks of an Obama voter... no rational thought and just doing what feels good. And then there is this:

"Melinda Hofmann, owner of The Bomb Squad dog waste pick-up service, tried to collect a $150 payment from Deborah Dillow on Monday night.

When Dillow didn't answer the door, Hofmann went to her truck to write another notice - but she quickly changed her mind."

Confirmed... both parties involved are Obama voters. A dead beat who doesn't pay their bills, and a person who can not think rationally, not to mention resorts to flinging pooh when she does not get what she has coming to her.

Read the whole account here, but honestly people. Can we think about this for a minute? What kind of a world do we live in where someone who provides a service as intimate as picking up your dog's pooh does not know that you are struggling to pay your bills while you are fighting cancer?

I mean, you've been in business for 10 years with dedicated customers, and presumably you do not have too many employees... How can you not know your customers? Unless... you are the WalMart of dog pooh removal... Yeah... Its got to be WalMart... WalMart...

Lets ride Bikes!

Me

Seriously... Why is this needed?

Just imagine the fun if your shorts short... Its ELECTRIC! BOOGIE OOGIE OOGIE! OOGIE!... I think that the scariest part of it all is that this was probably to some extent funded with tax dollars... You know... your money...

From the article:

"Integrating biosensors into clothing isn’t as easy as it sounds. Attention has to be paid, for instance, to the impact fabric morphology and continuous deformation (through body movement) have on sensor performance."

Not too mention protecting the patient from this little thing called electricity. For some reason my mind is drawn to that scene in Jackass, where Johhny Knoxville attaches that little device that shocked stomach muscles so you could get rock hard abs while sitting on your ass doing nothing... seriously nothing...

Smarty Pants huh?

“Clothing-integrated electrochemical sensors hold considerable promise for future healthcare, military, or sport applications,” the researchers say, noting that the technology can be honed to monitor alcohol consumption in drivers or stress levels in soldiers and athletes.

Yeah... and with a little modification... These guys could monitor your every move, despite your little tin foil hat...

Audi...

Me

Hello World

Hello World,

I just realize that I spend a lot of time on a lot of blogs and I come across a lot of fun things. I think that I will take the best of those sites and compile my favorites here. Sort of like a Drudge Report, except for lunatics like me.

So hello world... welcome to mine.

Me