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Lithuania’s Got Talent, And A Dumpster Full Of Dead Contestants

Lithuania’s Got Talent, And A Dumpster Full Of Dead Contestants

I’ve always been very suspicious of This Country’s Got Talent shows and all of their derivatives, because you almost never hear from the people who win after they get their prize. I’m pretty sure TV executives eat them to absorb their talent, but I’ve been wrong about this sort of thing before.

I’ve also been very suspicious because there’s no telling how many fatalities shows like this have each year. The versions hosted in Eastern European countries suggest a whole new level of concern, because that place is like a breeding ground for bad ideas. Every once in a while a grainy Live Leak video of someone chopping their testes off with a flaming carp surfaces, but those are getting few and far between. Either every wannabe Russki has given up vodka and heroin, or these videos are being suppressed, and we all know that the only way to get yourself out of bed every morning in Eastern Europe is to drink yourself into a stupor before breakfast. There’s also the off chance that the videos have gotten so graphic that they’re being sold in snuff film compilations à la Faces of Death. Even if that was the case I’d still probably watch it, so you don’t have to.

Luckily, I’ve found one of the only Got Talent videos around that isn’t premiering on a fetish site, or covered in Live Leak watermarks. Although the video left me teetering precariously on the edge of my seat, the lack of death was strangely satisfying. Everything went better than expected. In the end, there wasn’t any loss of life — except for the wannabe Dr. Mengele, because there’s no way the human dartboard didn’t beat him to death after the cameras stopped rolling.

Look Matushka, No Hands

Look Matushka, No Hands

[Warning: Some salty language in the soundtrack]

I guess this is what happens when playing in traffic gets dull, or you get old enough to shave. You find yourself dangling off a rusted tower somewhere outside Chechnya hoping a parachute won’t be needed. Not that you have a parachute in the first place. Even if you’re in the military, when you open up your pack there’s only a coupon for a parachute. You make do over there. As long as you don’t let go there really shouldn’t be a problem. And even big problems in Russia don’t last for very long. They’re generally over at terminal velocity.

I’ve come to accept that no matter what any video on YouTube is about, the music will be god-awful. It’s like zoning laws for the Intertunnel. The music’s terrible, it’s true, but it serves the important purpose of drowning out the sound of their brass testicles clinking together, and the clatter of their tiny little brains rolling around in their heads like a pinballs.

[Many many thanks to our pal Jonathan Frost-Johnson and the esteemed Gerard at American Digest for dropping this video on us]

Like. A. BOSS

Like. A. BOSS


Marvelous. But a bit worrisome, though.

The man’s a BOSS. No question. But around a BOSS, it’s wise to exercise some caution. If this video is any indication, he doesn’t know how to turn the BOSS volume down during regular life. He has no regular life.

If you’re a maternity room nurse, you’re not going to hand this kind of BOSS a baby. He might spike it and do an end zone crazy-legs dance. He’d do it like a BOSS, but still. The guy at the car wash that tells everyone to pull forward better be en garde, I tell you what. Same thing at the Jiffy Lube. God help you if you’re directly in front or behind him at the self -checkout line at the supermarket. Look out for flying food.

And safe sex, for a guy like this? That just means you move the bed away from the wall so you don’t get a concussion.

[Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along]