Monday, October 30, 2017

Absent Too Damn Long

Loyal Blog Followers....if there still are any:

Due to a combination of several factors I have had to discontinue my work on the blog. I've had some nagging health issues (I am two weeks shy of turning 81.) and, like many Americans, I've been so overwhelmed by the election of Donald Trumpft to the Presidency of the U.S. that I've had a hard time focusing on anything else.  Seriously, what the hell have we done? We'll be lucky if we get out of this without a nuclear war with Kim Jong Un and North Korea vs Donald Trumpth and us.

I'm aware that some of you may be supporters of the Orange Man, and that's okay so long as we still live in a democracy and can pretty much do as we please. (Let's hope the Orange Man and some of his more hardline supporters don't engineer a coup, and arrest the rest of us.)

Actually, the Trumpth presidency has provided some excellent fodder for the blog because it is soooo surrealistic. The President's love affair with Twitter is itself almost unbelievable.  What is the PRESIDENT of the U.S. doing ranting on Twitter at 4 AM? He is so thin skinned that he goes of half-cocked over anything said about him that might be perceived as a negative.

Additionally, he put's his ignorance on display for the world to see because he doesn't know correct English. He frequently sounds like a 12-14 year-old and is so poorly informed about public policy and international affairs as to be an embarassment to the U.S.

I'm going to end this now because I don't want to change Bizarre Stuff into a political blog. There are too many of these out there already.

Would all of you who are still followers of Bizarre Stuff please reply with a yes, so I can ascertain how many blog readers we still have.

Thanks and Happy Halloween!


Saturday, July 30, 2016

Flight Attendant Reacts To Plane Farter

July 30, 2016

The struggle is very real.

Seriously. Planes have been grounded over flatulence.
And, apparently, we do fart more on a flight. According to University of Copenhagen clinical professor Jacob Rosenberg, it’s simple physics.
The average person breaks wind 10 times a day when on the ground. In the air, this is exacerbated by the drop in pressure in the air cabin.
Also, it doesn’t help matters that everyone’s cooped up in a small space.
So, spare a thought for one disgruntled passenger, for whom the flatulence in rows 10 to 12 became so bad, she was forced to pass this note, written on a napkin, to her flight attendant.

Ass Cancer?

My flight attendant mom got this napkin from an upset passenger.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Sex Toy Town

Sex Toy Town

Proud to Live in a Town Called Dildo


Credit Cari Vander Yacht

An hour’s drive from the town of Cum By Chance, past Spread Eagle Island, there is a large green traffic sign that often functions as its very own destination: “Dildo,” the sign proclaims, with an arrow pointing straight ahead.
The idyllic fishing village of Dildo, Newfoundland, is home to about 1,200 people, most of whom refer to themselves quite proudly as Dildoians. Where did the town get its name? The locals, eager to dispel misguided notions about sex toys, offer a variety of theories — a 16th-century Spanish sailor, maybe, or an archaic term for an oblong piece of nautical gear.
The fishing and whaling industries have defined Dildo society for centuries, and the town celebrates them with an annual waterfront festival known as Dildo Days (July 27-31 this year). A flotilla of boats circles the bay, led by a wooden statue of a certain Capt. Dildo in a rain slicker painted bright yellow. Souvenir-hunting visitors can purchase commemorative apparel, but be forewarned: The “I Survived Dildo Days” T-shirts sell out fast.
A few Dildoians have had second thoughts over the years. A local electrician even started a public campaign in 1990 to have the town rechristened. But he was forced to drop the effort after a wave of harassment from residents who were offended by anyone’s taking offense at the name.
Still, Dildoians can count themselves lucky. At least they do not live just a bit farther up the Newfoundland coast — on Ass Rock.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Turtles' Escape U.S. to Canada

Smuggler's Crotch

A man was stopped at the U.S. Canadian border with 51 turtles hidden in his pants.

The turtles were immigrating to Canada because of political turmoil in the U.S.