What The Fuck?!?!?

Pictured below is an actual photo (not enhanced) of a mutant of a rabbit....Apparently, this guy in Germany raises them for the meat...



It reminds me alot of a classic film I haven't seen since I was a little kid...Night of the Lepus



In fact, if I remember correctly, that movie was fucking awesome!

Famous Last Words...

Last words of James French, convicted murderer



Last words of Tallulah Bankhead, actress...Another great quote of hers "Cocaine isn't habit-forming, I should know--I've been using it for years."



Last words of Voltaire, philosopher...his response to a priest at the side of his deathbed, asking Voltaire to use the precious few moments left to renounce Satan.

Taken from www.cracked.com

Washing the dishes (My favorite thing to do.)

- While doing this oh so wonderful of a chore, if a piece of food phlumpkin even touches me I'll begin to gag uncontrollably...It doesn't matter if I even know what it was that just blessed my finger with it's presence. The feel of a soggy turd on me makes me want to vomit.

-When somebody puts say a used paper towel in the sink, buried under some dirty dishes to where it's not spotted untill it's already the texture of a heeping pile of big bird shit, it sets me off into a seizure of rage.

-By far my favorite thing to wash would have to be a cake pan that has been used for cooking a casserole or some jazz, and all these chunks have been incinerated along the sides...Sure, a brillo-pad will take it right off there, and also Hall & Oates were awesome.

-If there isn't a garbage disposal, you can forget about me pulling the plug to drain that nasty water. It's bad enough that you'll most likely come in contact with food phlumkins, but then you have to clean them all out of the sink once it drains?!?! No thanks! I'm good...

-The kitchen sink could be spotless, but I still refuse to wash my hands in it. (I'm aware of the cess-pool of food germs that have been there.)

-Let us move on to the dishwasher...First off, I sort of have an o.c.d. way of going about loading it. (The teaspoons have to be with the teaspoons, steak knives with the steak knives, etc...)
I actually find it frustrating if I have to combine them.

-When you go to put away the "clean dishes" from the dishwasher, and yet there's still a piece of cheerio still stuck to a bowl. By this time you're better off taking a blowtorch to it, oppse to a washcloth, cause that bitch is going nowhere.

-Or when you're putting away the "clean tupperwear" and it feels like there's a layer of jizz on it...Needless to say it goes in the trash. And they wonder why we have so many extra lids...

Okay, I've got my bitch in for the day.
Dannibal -I-