I could totally just make up something that looks like a DNA sequence, and sell it for the low, low price of $200. No one would ever know any better. I mean, who knows what their own DNA looks like?

Screw it, lets just execute everyone that does anything to anyone. There are better options, people. Take his kids away from him. If he's unable to properly care for his kids, they become the burden of the state. No reason to go killing anyone over bad parenting. Can you really sit there with a straight face and tell me that by killing him, you're doing the right thing? That somehow, you're the one who knows best, and can live with the decision to kill a man for misdemeanor child endangerment.

I agree he should have done a better job caring for his kids. He and his wife could have worked out work schedules where one of them would be with the kids at home everyday. Hell, when my parents needed a babysitter, they paid one of the older neighborhood kids 10 bucks to watch us. And look how well I turned out. ;)

The door is one piece across the whole width of the car. No rolling down the windows, I take it. Might make smoking in this car very difficult. That, and the magnesium steering wheel, just for extra flammability.

That dog looks like he's having a hell of a good time. He even manages to stay mostly in time with the music.

I would watch that movie once, then laugh forever.

You have to click the link.

Basil got to it before I could. Drat.

I would like to officially announce my house as a replacement ho zone.

Sad how one of the most useful plants is also banned in most countries.

No, not really.

My god... bees.

I'd have cried too, if I knew the 80's were coming.

That's not at all the way I play roshambo.

Around here, we get both kinds. There are a couple of homeless guys that hang around the pizzeria that I used to work at.

One never asked for a thing, and always thanked people for the things they volunteered. He was pretty cool. He had a bag full of books and pictures of fat people.

The other guy hit everyone up for money, making up stories about having to feed kids that didn't exist, or needing three dollars to catch the bus. No matter what you gave him, he always asked if you could spare more for something or another. He would also hang out behind the store and smoke crack. We called the police on him several times, because people didn't want pizza if he was there. Regular customers would slow down, as if they were going to pull in, and then just keep driving if they saw him.

The first man was a veteran who was legitimately schizophrenic, and one of the nicest people I've ever met, while the second one was often violent with strangers and police just to get arrested and sleep it off in jail.

Who would give a Stradivarius to a blind guy to test, let alone someone who's double blind? That's just asking to have it broken.