Bored people with bowling balls hanging out near freeways and on overpasses terrify me. You hear about them dropping stuff on people and really hurting and even killing unsuspecting people just driving by. Well, meet a couple dodos of that bored-with-a-bowling-ball ilk.
I am serious about food, lunch, and, yes, sandwiches. But dooood! This is just...I...it's rare that I have no few words.
I wish I spoke Portuguese. This Brazilian bikini contest brawl (say that 10 times fast!) seems inexplicable without any translation. Why are hot women in tiny bikinis who begin dancing the Samba suddenly hell-bent on tearing each other's hair out?
Which is more valuable: a living, breathing teenage boy or a big screen television set? The answer may seem obvious to you and me, but for a group of dumbasses, it was a toss-up. Here's the pickle: The three peeps below had to transport a big screen TV, but it wouldn't fit in the trunk of the car as planned, so it had to chill in the backseat.
Our dumbasses usually hurt themselves, but these dudes hurt something a little more valuable here-- their egos. A couple of
"Spencer Pratts" set out to demonstrate how a condom can hold up to the mighty thrust of the wind. What kills me is how excited they get during the demonstration, as if their own equipment is in some way responsible for the overstuffed condom we see before us.
