The Borderline Sociopathic Space Program, Step One: Low Earth Orbit
Of course the discerning Borderline Boy sends his girlfriend up first. Chimpanzees are expensive!
(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along. It’s jolly)
Apparently, Parkour Is Some Sort Of Zero-Population-Growth Scheme. Who Knew?
I think I pooped myself a little just watching it.
They Call Russia “The Motherland” Because The Bear Ate Father
Just another day in Russia for our intrepid cameraman. First he’s in a radio shack. It’s more of a hut, really, than a shack, but there’s no pizza. Then he goes out in the street an a bear is trying to eat a guy in a tree. That’s not compelling enough for a Russian person, though, so he goes panning around looking for something interesting to look at.
Theer Ahfter Me Looky Chahrmmms!
Holy cow, what a brogue.
Anyway, did you hear the one about the Irish Rally driver? After he crashes his car, he and his navigator have to walk to the nearest bus depot. But it’s late and the buses have stopped running. He tries to enlist his compatriot in a scheme to steal a bus to get home.
“We’re stranded, Mike, unless we steal a bus.”
“They’ll put us in the gaol for sure if we’re caught, Pat, but there’s nothing else for it.”
And with that, Pat breaks the window on the bus garage. The lights are out, and it’s dark, and they’re fumbling around. Mike finally finds a bus with the keys in it and starts it up.
“Pat, hurry up and get in.”
“Mike, we can’t steal that bus. That’s the number 89 bus. It doesn’t go by our flat.”
“Don’t be daft, Pat; it goes to the roundabout near Saint Mary’s. We can walk home from there.”