Avoid Anywhere That Offers One-Time Free Bungee Jumping; No Strings Attached

Avoid Anywhere That Offers One-Time Free Bungee Jumping; No Strings Attached


A while ago there were two brothers from Texas who were avid bungee jumpers. They loved bungee jumping so much that they constructed their own personal bungee-jumping apparatus behind their house so they could bungee jump whenever they want. Of course, they both had to work long, hard hours to pay for all the equipment, but for a while it was worth it. They’d work 12 hours a day all week, and then on the weekend they’d go home and bungee jump all day.

After about a year, the brothers started getting tired of working all the time and wanted to fully pursue their passion for bungee jumping. One weekend, instead of spending their time jumping all day, they devised a plan to open up a bungee-jumping resort, so they could bungee jump whenever they wanted to and get paid to do it. After some research, they discovered that it would be impossible for them to build their resort in the United States, because the taxes and insurance costs outweighed any profits they would make. The brothers were stumped for a long time, until it dawned on them: why not make the resort in Mexico? If they moved their operation to Mexico, government interference would be very lax, and all the building materials could be purchased for significantly less than it would cost in the United States.

Both the brothers quit their jobs right away and pooled all the money they had. The very next day, they were in Tijuana. They purchased a small plot of land from the locals and began constructing their bungee-jumping tower. During construction, the locals gathered outside the site to watch the brothers work. As the day went on, more and more people gathered until it seemed like the whole town was watching them work.

After a week of hard work, the initial bungee-jumping tower was finished. At this point, the brothers hadn’t bungee jumped for over a week, so they were dying to try it out. After construction completed, everyone who was watching the brothers work gathered underneath the tower to see their first jump. The first brother hooked himself up to the apparatus, and after all the necessary safety precautions, he jumped. He went down and then bounced back up just as planned, but after his first bounce, the brother came back up with what looked like some minor cuts. The second brother tried to catch him, but it was too late, the first brother was going back down for a second bounce. This time, the brother came back up with even more cuts and big bruises around his face. In a panic, the second brother started reeling in the bungee cord until his brother was back on the platform.

The first brother looked really beat up, but he didn’t have any broken bones or any serious injuries. “What happened?” shouted the second brother,”Is the cord too long? Did you hit the tower? Tell me what happened!”

The first brother says,”No, the cord was fine, but what the hell’s a pinata?”

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(Warning: extra salty language with a side of flapjacks and maple syrup)

I really feel for the fellows in the video. I don’t have any sisters, but if I did, I think I’d be even more protective than they were. While I’m sure that my father would have a thing or two to say about his daughters going out with hockey players, I don’t know if he could speak with the same sort of candor as I would.

While calling someone a cotton-headed ninnymuggins should be more than enough to discourage them from getting fresh with your kin, sometimes you have to break out the big guns. This video is an excellent example of breaking out the big guns. Conversational big guns can stop a would-be scumbag dead in his tracks. Breaking out the big guns is what stopped the cold war. Regan called up Gorbachev and told him to cut the crap or he’d have to come over there and cut it himself. I haven’t read many history books, but I’m at least relatively sure that’s what happened. Either way, I’ll chalk it up as a victory for the Western world. Regan probably called him Spotty a few times, just for good measure.

Where Do Hamsters Go For Spring Break?

Where Do Hamsters Go For Spring Break?


Hamsterdam!

That’s a joke, you’re supposed to laugh. Granted, it wasn’t a very good joke, but I gave it a shot. If you’re not sure what I’m getting at, the human hamster wheel in the video should be a dead giveaway. Although, I’ve never seen a hamster wheel that can make other hamsters face-plant and then grind their heads into the ground the way this one does. It’s like the first scene of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark with more carnage, dead college students, and lawsuits. Since the video is on YouTube and not LiveLeak, we can gather that no one got seriously injured, but some people will have interesting bruises when they finish.

I’d say that this is exactly the behavior that we approve of over here at the BSBFB. If I was there, I’d be in the hamster wheel running over every hapless bystander who dared cross my path. I would get such a kick out of running everyone over it would start to get weird. Then again, that’s why I’m not allowed to drive my Mom’s car anymore.

Fast and Furious and Polish

Fast and Furious and Polish


Three men were all applying to become NYPD detectives. One was Polish, one was Jewish, and one was Italian. Unfortunately, there was only one position available, so the police Chief decided to interview each man himself to see who was the most qualified. Rather than go through three lengthy interviews that would take up his whole day, the Chief decided to ask each applicant just one, unorthodox question and base his decision on their answers.

When the Jewish man arrived for his interview, the Chief asked, “Who killed Jesus Christ?” The Jewish man answered without hesitation, “The Romans killed him.” The Chief thanked him for his time, and the Jewish man left. When the Italian arrived for his interview, the Chief asked the same question. He replied, “Jesus was killed by the Jews.” Again, the chief thanked him for his time and the Italian left. When the Polish man arrived for his interview, he was asked the exact same question, “Who killed Jesus Christ?” The Pole leaned back in his chair and stared off into space for about five minutes before saying, “Could I have some time to think about it?” The Chief said, “Okay, but get back to me first thing tomorrow morning.”

When the Polish man arrived at home, his wife asked “How did the interview go?” He replied, “Great, I got the job, and I’m already investigating a murder!”