Showing posts with label That's Not Funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's Not Funny. Show all posts
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Girl Throws Live Puppies into a River
I am looking for translators to translate this post into German. Email me if you are interested.
This video appeared suddenly on the Internet about a month ago, on August 30, 2010. It was uploaded to Youtube by the girl's brother, intended to be a humorous video.
The sight of a teenage girl gleefully throwing live puppies into a swift river to their certain death quickly outraged an army of viewers, and the video was removed. The brother then uploaded another video of himself apologizing for the video. Before the video was removed, it was copied, and it soon appeared on shock video sites.
The video shows a young blond haired girl who we later learn is a 19 year old girl. She is standing by a swift moving river in a forest. She has gloves on and has a white bucket beside her. She reaches down into the bucket and picks up a newborn puppy.
Then she throws it into the fast moving river. She reaches in again and again until she has thrown about six puppies into the river. All of the puppies appear to be alive as she is throwing them. When she throws one puppy, she says, "Whee!" and laughs. In the video, she is speaking a foreign language.
The video caused widespread outrage when it appeared on shock sites. Viewers quickly learned the details of the video. The action took place in Bugojno, Bosnia.
The story was that a wild dog had given birth to the puppies in the backyard of the girl's grandmother. The dog was known to be very sick with parasites. The puppies also had parasites from the mother, so the grandmother told the girl to get rid of the puppies by throwing them in the river to prevent the spread of diseases.
On September 4, 2010, the girl was identified as Katja Puschnik. Bosnian police investigated the incident, but declined to charge Katja due to her age. Animal cruelty carries a fine of up to $5,000 Euros.
Katja is actually from Germany. She hails from Aying, Germany, where she is a student. It's not known what she was doing in Bosnia, possibly she was visiting her grandmother in Bugojno. She speaks Serbo-Croatian in the video. She's apparently a Bosnian native who is going to school in Germany.
Killing puppies by throwing them in a big river is a time-honored way of killing unwanted newborn dogs in many parts of the world, and was the preferred method in rural areas of the US and Canada up until about 40 years ago.
Veterinarians and pounds are in short supply in much of the world, and vets usually charge a good fee, say $50 or so, for each animal they kill. A lot of people just say forget it and kill the animals themselves. To this day, on US farms, unwanted puppies and kittens are killed by putting them in a locked box and lowering the box into a farm pond. Death is swift.
Friday, October 08, 2010
Tire Blows Up under Russian Man
I am looking for translators to translate this post into German. Email me if you are interested.
This is a pretty incredible video, apparently out of Russia. The dialog is all in Russian, so we can't tell what they are saying. There are three young men in a tire store. It's possible that they work there. They are drinking what appears to be booze, and they seem to be drunk. Hey, it's Russia! What do you expect?
An air bag is placed under a tire and is then covered up with a towel. One of the guys is asked to sit on the tire. It's not known if he knows there is an air bag under the tire. After waiting a bit and drinking some booze, the tire explodes! It sends the guy flying a good 5-8 feet in the air. He lands on his ass, and he seems to be in some real pain.
The other two guys are yucking it up. This was a very stupid thing to do. If he's not lucky, he could have injured his spine or he could have internal bleeding. What a bunch of idiots!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Funny Motivational Posters
The problem with the PC Left is they have no sense of humor. Most humor is sexist, racist or just plain cruel in some way or another. PC humor is pretty much an oxymoron. In the spirit of offending everyone without getting this blog a content warning, check out some great motivating posters. There's something here to offend just about everyone.
From the Pirate 4X4 ORV Forum, a lot of Photoshop work in the spirit of motivational posters. You will need to click each pic to enlarge it and see it better.
My favorites so far are the Boobs and Seal posters. Runners up - MySpace, 58 Drunk and Horny, Sometimes, Rope and Bathroom Mirror.
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Click to enlarge.Monday, April 07, 2008
I Stuck Gumby Christ On the Wall
The latest death toll figures from Hurricane Katrina can be seen on this website here. The famous Russian neo-Nazi video is on this blog here.
Updated April 12:
I put Gumby on the wall. He's a Christian Gumby now, a Christ Gumby and a Jesus Gumby and he's up there to writhe and squirm for a long time.
I don't know why I did it. All I know is it was late at night, I was seriously wasted, and I saw Gumby smiling and I thought as usual he was laughing at me and my idiotic life. This time I got so angry that I grabbed Gumby by the throat, grabbed a hammer and nails, and nailed the sucker to the wall where he can laugh at me no more.
I have Gumbys all over my apartment. Pokies too. And plastic dinosaurs. There's stupid plastic cows and a plastic Batman and Robin the Boy Wonder (except my toy Robin is not homosexual like the real one), all real tiny, appropriate for a 50 year-old manchild.
I really want me some little tiny armymen. Then I am gonna line those suckas up on my top shelves and get some rubber bands and play Shoot the Armyman.
I'd like some creepy crawlers but I can't find any anymore. We used to make em with Plastigoop. It was good times. Then they would go on creepy crawler marches all over the whole house, only moving a few crawlers at a time, and then moving each crawler a few steps forward. In this way, the insipid marches could go on hours and hours.
There were two leaders of the crawlers, Horny and Hornet, and they were two green horny toads. They were husband and wife, but I never saw them have sex or anything. My leader was Tim, a red spider. I'm ashamed to admit that I still love Horny, Hornet and especially Tim more than any girlfriend I ever had, but maybe most guys are like that?
My Mom stood there and laughed at us like we were so stupid. "Why do you only move a few at a time?" she asked. You know females always think they are superior to us guys, but they don't get it.
The crawlers were in formation and they were a marching army dammit. Plus we got to crawl around on all fours and that's always fun. I still do it sometimes. I will even bark at you and pretend to bite your heels if you give me enough alcohol.
Plus, all males come from creatures that walked on all fours. That part of the collective unconscious faded in women, and it's now a distant memory they only remember painfully while they are cleaning the floor like they ought to do when they are not getting us beers from the fridge. But with guys it's a real thing. Bipedalism is a new thing to us, as is rudimentary speech. Many males still communicate mostly in grunts to this day.
Well, Gumby Christ has started people worrying in the complex where I live. Some of them still think I am a criminal, but it's good for people to be scared of you around here in the Hood. Now there is a rumor going around that I am insane because I stuck Gumby Christ on the wall.
As long I don't start worshipping him, I think I will be ok. When I start bowing down in front of Gumby Christ and yelling, "He died for my sins! For yours and his and hers and Pokey's too!" I promise I will try to seek help.
I admit I was seriously deranged when I crucified him yesterday but it had to be done. He was leading all the toys around here astray and fomenting rebellion in my apartment. I'm the High Priest in this damned apartment and I won't stand for any rebellions, so I killed Gumby, and that is that. Go make a religion and say he died for your sins if it bothers you so much.
People look at the Gumby on the wall and they say man, that is so stupid. I agree. That is why I did it. I normally never decorate walls because guys leave walls bare, and also I'm usually too neurotic and terrified to stick stuff up. I'm afraid it won't look right.
Gumby has two old paintings on either side of him that don't really match. On another wall is a Jesus mask from Guatemala with two Guatemalan knives on either side framing it. People think that is weird too, but they need to be quiet about it or I will pull off one of the knives and show them how sharp it is.
People see all these Gumbys around here and they start laughing. There's Pokeys around too, a gum-man's gotta ride something, and this is before the iron horse. Hardly anyone around here seems to be on my side, except maybe these friends who keep coming over, but I even wonder about them sometimes. I figure Gumby's on my side at least, so there is some comfort.
Sometimes Gumby does ride Pokey around here for everyone to watch. Also sometimes people come over and Gumby and Pokey might try to have sex with each other, as much as a man and horse can do that without the guy dying. People think that is childish too, and it is, I admit.
People see these stupid Gumbys and and ask me if I like Gumby. I say no, I hate Gumby. Then they ask why do you have all these Gumbys. I tell them I don't know.
On another wall is an evil Devil mask from Guatemala. It has two worthless university degrees on either side. Everyone hates it and says it's evil and gives off bad vibes wants it taken down, but that's why I put it up in the first place.
When they object, I just laugh diabolically and tell them I am the Devil, and ramble off a bunch of other names for him like Beelzebub, El Diablo, Shaytan, Satan, and especially The Evil One. I say, "The Evil One", really evil-like, and then I laugh real loud and say, "That's my name!" People get disturbed when I do that, but that's why I do it, and anyway, it's pretty funny.
I went over to see a friend the other day at his store. He was doing carpentry in the basement. I walked into the basement and asked, "Is this where you store the bodies?" He didn't think that was funny at all and I had to apologize. Some people just can't take a joke.
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Updated April 12:
I put Gumby on the wall. He's a Christian Gumby now, a Christ Gumby and a Jesus Gumby and he's up there to writhe and squirm for a long time.
I don't know why I did it. All I know is it was late at night, I was seriously wasted, and I saw Gumby smiling and I thought as usual he was laughing at me and my idiotic life. This time I got so angry that I grabbed Gumby by the throat, grabbed a hammer and nails, and nailed the sucker to the wall where he can laugh at me no more.
I have Gumbys all over my apartment. Pokies too. And plastic dinosaurs. There's stupid plastic cows and a plastic Batman and Robin the Boy Wonder (except my toy Robin is not homosexual like the real one), all real tiny, appropriate for a 50 year-old manchild.
I really want me some little tiny armymen. Then I am gonna line those suckas up on my top shelves and get some rubber bands and play Shoot the Armyman.
I'd like some creepy crawlers but I can't find any anymore. We used to make em with Plastigoop. It was good times. Then they would go on creepy crawler marches all over the whole house, only moving a few crawlers at a time, and then moving each crawler a few steps forward. In this way, the insipid marches could go on hours and hours.
There were two leaders of the crawlers, Horny and Hornet, and they were two green horny toads. They were husband and wife, but I never saw them have sex or anything. My leader was Tim, a red spider. I'm ashamed to admit that I still love Horny, Hornet and especially Tim more than any girlfriend I ever had, but maybe most guys are like that?
My Mom stood there and laughed at us like we were so stupid. "Why do you only move a few at a time?" she asked. You know females always think they are superior to us guys, but they don't get it.
The crawlers were in formation and they were a marching army dammit. Plus we got to crawl around on all fours and that's always fun. I still do it sometimes. I will even bark at you and pretend to bite your heels if you give me enough alcohol.
Plus, all males come from creatures that walked on all fours. That part of the collective unconscious faded in women, and it's now a distant memory they only remember painfully while they are cleaning the floor like they ought to do when they are not getting us beers from the fridge. But with guys it's a real thing. Bipedalism is a new thing to us, as is rudimentary speech. Many males still communicate mostly in grunts to this day.
Well, Gumby Christ has started people worrying in the complex where I live. Some of them still think I am a criminal, but it's good for people to be scared of you around here in the Hood. Now there is a rumor going around that I am insane because I stuck Gumby Christ on the wall.
As long I don't start worshipping him, I think I will be ok. When I start bowing down in front of Gumby Christ and yelling, "He died for my sins! For yours and his and hers and Pokey's too!" I promise I will try to seek help.
I admit I was seriously deranged when I crucified him yesterday but it had to be done. He was leading all the toys around here astray and fomenting rebellion in my apartment. I'm the High Priest in this damned apartment and I won't stand for any rebellions, so I killed Gumby, and that is that. Go make a religion and say he died for your sins if it bothers you so much.
People look at the Gumby on the wall and they say man, that is so stupid. I agree. That is why I did it. I normally never decorate walls because guys leave walls bare, and also I'm usually too neurotic and terrified to stick stuff up. I'm afraid it won't look right.
Gumby has two old paintings on either side of him that don't really match. On another wall is a Jesus mask from Guatemala with two Guatemalan knives on either side framing it. People think that is weird too, but they need to be quiet about it or I will pull off one of the knives and show them how sharp it is.
People see all these Gumbys around here and they start laughing. There's Pokeys around too, a gum-man's gotta ride something, and this is before the iron horse. Hardly anyone around here seems to be on my side, except maybe these friends who keep coming over, but I even wonder about them sometimes. I figure Gumby's on my side at least, so there is some comfort.
Sometimes Gumby does ride Pokey around here for everyone to watch. Also sometimes people come over and Gumby and Pokey might try to have sex with each other, as much as a man and horse can do that without the guy dying. People think that is childish too, and it is, I admit.
People see these stupid Gumbys and and ask me if I like Gumby. I say no, I hate Gumby. Then they ask why do you have all these Gumbys. I tell them I don't know.
On another wall is an evil Devil mask from Guatemala. It has two worthless university degrees on either side. Everyone hates it and says it's evil and gives off bad vibes wants it taken down, but that's why I put it up in the first place.
When they object, I just laugh diabolically and tell them I am the Devil, and ramble off a bunch of other names for him like Beelzebub, El Diablo, Shaytan, Satan, and especially The Evil One. I say, "The Evil One", really evil-like, and then I laugh real loud and say, "That's my name!" People get disturbed when I do that, but that's why I do it, and anyway, it's pretty funny.
I went over to see a friend the other day at his store. He was doing carpentry in the basement. I walked into the basement and asked, "Is this where you store the bodies?" He didn't think that was funny at all and I had to apologize. Some people just can't take a joke.
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