Your old buddy Luke has what daddy used to call a "big-boy's headache" today because someone brain-washed him into poisoning himself all weekend. That someone? The asshole who invented bourbon. So here's a quick roundup of what we've missed in the world of stupid while I've been medicating with chicken wings and coconut water.
PTSOTL reader Nat pointed this story at my face. It's about a guy who died the same way he made a living: being fat. Poor fella looks happy in the picture though, doesn't he?
The nearly 600-pound man who gained fame as spokesman for the Heart Attack Grill –a Phoenix-area restaurant that prides itself in serving excessively unhealthy food – is dead at the age of 29. via
The robot pet that will destroy us all, and some wacky Chinese breasts after the jump.
Nancy Beefbombs sent me this video of Petman 4.4. "We're fucked, right?" he said. Yup. Those legs. Those horrible, freakishly human legs. Mark them well, because those are the ones that will stomping your puny human skull someday.
Nancy Beefbombs sent me this video of Petman 4.4. "We're fucked, right?" he said. Yup. Those legs. Those horrible, freakishly human legs. Mark them well, because those are the ones that will stomping your puny human skull someday.
And our man Clay send in this video of something called the Chinese Cleavage Clamp, which is coincidentally something my grandad used to rave about from his days in the shit back in Indo-China.
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Just put this thing's head on those robot legs, and it's pretty much time to go live in a steel bunker.
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