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sleepy jack 05-27-2008 12:27 AM

The Wow I Can't Believe That News Story Thread
 
Teacher lets Morningside students vote out classmate, 5 : St. Lucie County : TCPalm

Wow I can't believe that news story.

sweet_nothing 05-27-2008 12:30 AM

damn that's ****ed up

Piss Me Off 05-27-2008 04:58 AM

Ouch, thats the sort of thing that messes you up for life.

mamanuthead 05-27-2008 07:41 AM

That teacher should lose her job. Period.
I say we vote her out.

NSW 05-27-2008 12:56 PM

Poor baby! There are so many better ways the teacher could have handled that, whether the kid has a disability or not. No child that young deserves that type of treatment. :(

Urban Hat€monger ? 05-27-2008 01:01 PM

Quote:

A MAN accused of dumping rubbish outside his house has claimed it is not his fault - and blamed local vandals.

Gary Rostron, 33, from Moorgate Street, Mill Hill, Blackburn, has received a £60 fine from Blackburn with Darwen Council, who said they had evidence to prove that it was his rubbish.

He and other residents of the same housing block have been sent joint warnings about the problem in the past.

But he said there is nothing they can do as he thinks people are deliberately emptying the bins into the street when residents go to work.

"How am I supposed to be able to look after my bins when I go to work?" he said.

"This has been a problem for a while and we have had rats, and the council pest controller has been around a number of times and said there was a serious infestation."
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"They've given me 20 days to pay the fine and then they will increase it to £100, so I don't really have any time to get a lawyer or anything."

However, a borough Council spokesman said: "He is welcome to not pay the fine and go to court to contest this matter."

The council's director of regeneration and environment, Peter Hunt added: "People have a duty to dispose of rubbish in a responsible manner.

"Extra bags of rubbish cannot be left in alleyways because it can attract rats, dogs and cats."

He also said the council only collect rubbish on collection day and that it does not take extra bags of rubbish, as residents can go to waste or recycling centres themselves.
Shocking , just shocking

It's anarchy I tell you

simplephysics 05-27-2008 03:10 PM

:laughing:

Quote:

SAN ANTONIO, Texas -- Last week in an operating room in Texas, a wounded American soldier underwent a history-making procedure that could help him regrow the finger that was lost to a bomb attack in Baghdad, Iraq, last year.

Army Sgt. Shiloh Harris is wheeled into surgery for the experimental treatment to regrow what's left of his finger. Army Sgt. Shiloh Harris' doctors applied specially formulated powder to what's left of the finger in an effort to do for wounded soldiers what salamanders can do naturally: replace missing body parts.

If it sounds like science fiction, the lead surgeon agreed.
"It is. But science fiction eventually becomes true, doesn't it?" asked Dr. Steven Wolf of Brooke Army Medical Center.

Farfisa 05-27-2008 04:39 PM

^^^
I bet you it's stem cells in some dried up concentrated form.

simplephysics 05-27-2008 04:41 PM

I say Pixie Dust.

Sparky 07-04-2008 04:43 PM

Local News: Man found in WI basement covered in BBQ sauce | sauce, basement, covered : WWMT NEWSCHANNEL 3

sweet_nothing 07-05-2008 06:12 AM

'The guy told officers he covered himself in barbecue sauce because he wanted to hide from the government.'

:rofl: Well, we all do that from time to time but we do it in our own homes, I mean am I right or am I right?

idancetothevu 07-06-2008 03:09 PM

^^^

haha

lucifer_sam 07-07-2008 04:01 PM

It may not be that funny to a lot of people, but here's something from around my area: after the loss of Marian Hossa to the Detroit Red Wings [after we lost to them in the Stanley Cup Finals, too (that's ice hockey for you Western Europeans)], we signed someone else:

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Gone, most notably, are Marian Hossa and Ryan Malone, the team's best wingers, who were lost in free agency. In their place, both signed to one-year deals, are Miroslav Satan and Ruslan Fedotenko, two wingers who are less productive and older.
That's right. I don't care how his name is actually pronounced. We just made a contract with Satan, i.e. The Prince of Darkness. Ima gonna snatch me up a jersey as soon as they come off the press.

Despite loss of Hossa, Penguins still look solid

Piss Me Off 07-16-2008 07:37 AM

Not massively unbelievable, but the UK is under attack!

Killer crabs march on UK | The Sun |HomePage|News

sweet_nothing 07-16-2008 07:57 AM

Well I think England's sea food demand is going to increase, I mean who woldn't want to eat a giant crap?

Piss Me Off 07-16-2008 07:57 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweet_nothing (Post 498044)
Well I think England's sea food demand is going to increase, I mean who woldn't want to eat a giant crap?

Hehehe...

sweet_nothing 07-16-2008 08:07 AM

I meant what I said ;)

right-track 07-19-2008 05:45 PM

BBC NEWS | England | Dorset | Men find dolphin in inland garden

Laces Out Dan! 07-19-2008 05:47 PM

Thats really strange. How the hell did it get there.

right-track 07-19-2008 05:47 PM

Two grown men living together...both sailors...a dead dolphin...they just found it there...who are they trying to kid?

Laces Out Dan! 07-19-2008 05:48 PM

Haha.

right-track 08-08-2008 09:28 AM

Is this man insane???

Piss Me Off 08-08-2008 09:38 AM

Haha, insane for having 86 wives or insane for advising against it?
Seriously though, 170 children, jeeeez.

right-track 08-08-2008 09:42 AM

He looks a right miserable bastard doesn't he?

http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/image...s_baba_226.jpg

Piss Me Off 08-08-2008 09:50 AM

He refuses to say how he makes enough money to pay for the huge cost of feeding and clothing so many people.

Every mealtime they cook three 12kg bags of rice which all adds up to $915 (£457) every day.


May be why.

right-track 08-08-2008 11:47 AM

He's probably pimping them out.
If I had 86 wives, that's exactly what I'd do. :pimp:

Laces Out Dan! 08-08-2008 02:58 PM

Im sure some of you have already heard this one, but its pretty "WOW I can't believe it"

360 Billion

right-track 08-08-2008 03:06 PM

:laughing:

Piss Me Off 08-08-2008 03:13 PM

Mr. Fuller was also accused of unlawful carrying of a weapon and possession of marijuana, Lt. Henderson said. He may also face a theft charge in Crowley.

I did an irl facepalm.

WWWP 08-08-2008 03:27 PM

Ugh... I wish I could un-read this...

Laces Out Dan! 08-08-2008 07:19 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by wolverinewolfweiselpigeon (Post 504834)

Ive read a different article about that just about every single day at work on my lunch break.

NSW 08-08-2008 10:28 PM

Ew...
Iowa City man arrested for biting nose off another man | GazetteOnline.com - Cedar Rapids, Iowa City

lucifer_sam 08-08-2008 10:43 PM

Mike Tyson lives in Iowa City now?

right-track 08-10-2008 03:19 AM

Proof God exists!

Blitzwing 08-10-2008 07:13 PM

Man dials 911 over Italian sauce - AOL News

:crazy:

The Unfan 08-10-2008 09:46 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by nonsubmissivewife (Post 504941)

Donroy used to be drinking buddies with my dad.

Piss Me Off 08-11-2008 04:14 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Blitzwing (Post 505382)

Over the top i know, but to be fair that sauce is damn good.

Urban Hat€monger ? 08-11-2008 04:26 AM

Children today are mollycoddled prisoners - it's no surprise they turn into extreme sports fanatics

Charlie Brooker
The Guardian, Monday August 11 2008


Here's a news story guaranteed to provoke a fusillade of indignant spluttering, courtesy of your inner Clarkson: German politicians are reportedly planning to ban Kinder Surprise eggs on the grounds that they're a safety hazard.

In case you're not familiar with the concept, the "surprise" inside each Kinder egg is a cheapo little toy housed within a plastic shell. Anyway, the Germans are worried that hungry, gurgling kiddywinks might mistake the gifts for food and wind up choking to death. "Children can't differentiate between toys and nutritional items," said Miriam Gruss, a member of the German parliamentary children's committee.

What, really? Don't get me wrong - I think children are idiots. But even I find that statement a tad unfair and sweeping. I used to have a spud gun when I was a kid. In case you're not familiar with that concept either, it was a small metal pistol that fired chunks of potato. Not once did I aim the potato at anyone. Or try to deep-fry the gun. And I was thick as sh*t. I guess it was luck.

In fact my run of luck was pretty impressive. Other toys I failed to ingest include a Scalextric, several boxes of space Lego, the board games Operation and Mousetrap, and a complete collection of Paul Daniels' TV Magic Tricks - even though the latter included an egg-shaped gizmo called The Magic Egg. Somehow, miraculously, my conker-sized kiddywink brain managed to differentiate it from a real egg. Thus my life was saved by a whisker.

Gruss won't countenance such a slapdash approach to child safety. Not on her watch. "It's a sad fact," she said. "Kinder Surprise eggs have to go."

As you can imagine, the committee's proclamation has already caused a fair bit of outraged huffing, not least from the manufacturer, Ferrero, which until now has perhaps been best known for providing the catering at badly dubbed ambassadors' receptions in the late 1980s.

"There is absolutely no evidence that the Kinder Surprise eggs, as a combination of toy and foodstuff, are dangerous," said Ferrero's spokeswoman. Then she snatched a golden-foil-wrapped nobbly chocolate bollock from a nearby silver platter and added, "Monsieur, with these Rocher, you are really spoiling us."

Now I'm no fan of Ferrero chocolate, which vaguely tastes like regurgitated icing sugar to me, but I can't help thinking that it would be hugely unfair on the company if an unsubstantiated link between Kinder eggs and danger began to form in parents' minds and sales suffered accordingly. Let's face it, even though Kinder eggs are generally bought for the gift rather than the sickly chocolate shell, and even though many of the toys are so ingeniously designed they could easily be sold on their own, munching through the outside to get at the inedible inside is half the fun.

What's more, jittery, neurotic parents don't need any more false scares to p*ss their pants over. They're already raising their twatty little offspring like mollycoddled prisoners: banned from playing outdoors in case a paedophile ring burrows through the pavement and eats them, locked indoors with nothing but anti-bacterial plasma screens for company, ferried to and from school in spluttering rollcaged tanks. . . Christ, half these kids would view choking to death as a release.

No wonder they grow up to become tiresome whooping advocates for extreme sports. If I'd spent the first 18 years of my life doing time in a joyless cotton-wool cell, listening to some angsty bloody parent banging on about how precious and special I was every p*ssing day, I'd snowboard off a 300ft cliff at the first opportunity too. Under those circumstances, tumbling down a rockface and cracking your skull open must feel like a declaration of independence crossed with an orgasm. Cool

How did we get to this point? Our sense of self grew too strong. We gazed up our own bums for so long, we each became the centre of the universe. We're not mere specks of flesh, jostled by the forces of chance. We're flawless deities, and goddammit we deny - deny! - the very existence of simple bad luck. If we trip on the pavement, someone else is to blame. Of course they are. And we'll sue them to prove it if necessary.

In a bid to pre-empt our self-important litigiousness, armies of risk assessors scan the horizon, dreaming of every conceivable threat. You could bang your head on that branch. Crack a rib on that teaspoon. Choke to death on that chocolate egg.

Well, it stops here. And it stops now. Next week, I'm launching my own range of Kinder eggs. They're called Unkinder Eggs. And they don't contain sweets. They contain specially designed hazards. Spiked ball bearings. Spring-loaded razor-blade traps. Flimsy balloons filled with acid. Miniature land mines powerful enough to punch holes in your cheeks and embed your teeth in the wall. The idea is to carefully nibble away all the chocolate without incurring a serious injury. Thrills! Tension! Chocolate! It's the confectionery equivalent of extreme sports. You'll love it.

And hey - that's not just cocoa butter and milk solids you're savouring. It's better than that. It's the great taste of risk.

NSW 08-11-2008 06:43 AM

Quote:

What's more, jittery, neurotic parents don't need any more false scares to p*ss their pants over. They're already raising their twatty little offspring like mollycoddled prisoners: banned from playing outdoors in case a paedophile ring burrows through the pavement and eats them, locked indoors with nothing but anti-bacterial plasma screens for company, ferried to and from school in spluttering rollcaged tanks. . . Christ, half these kids would view choking to death as a release.

No wonder they grow up to become tiresome whooping advocates for extreme sports. If I'd spent the first 18 years of my life doing time in a joyless cotton-wool cell, listening to some angsty bloody parent banging on about how precious and special I was every p*ssing day, I'd snowboard off a 300ft cliff at the first opportunity too. Under those circumstances, tumbling down a rockface and cracking your skull open must feel like a declaration of independence crossed with an orgasm. Cool
:laughing:

655321 08-11-2008 08:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Urban Hatemonger (Post 505472)
Children today are mollycoddled prisoners - it's no surprise they turn into extreme sports fanatics

Charlie Brooker
The Guardian, Monday August 11 2008


Here's a news story guaranteed to provoke a fusillade of indignant spluttering, courtesy of your inner Clarkson: German politicians are reportedly planning to ban Kinder Surprise eggs on the grounds that they're a safety hazard.

In case you're not familiar with the concept, the "surprise" inside each Kinder egg is a cheapo little toy housed within a plastic shell. Anyway, the Germans are worried that hungry, gurgling kiddywinks might mistake the gifts for food and wind up choking to death. "Children can't differentiate between toys and nutritional items," said Miriam Gruss, a member of the German parliamentary children's committee.

What, really? Don't get me wrong - I think children are idiots. But even I find that statement a tad unfair and sweeping. I used to have a spud gun when I was a kid. In case you're not familiar with that concept either, it was a small metal pistol that fired chunks of potato. Not once did I aim the potato at anyone. Or try to deep-fry the gun. And I was thick as sh*t. I guess it was luck.

In fact my run of luck was pretty impressive. Other toys I failed to ingest include a Scalextric, several boxes of space Lego, the board games Operation and Mousetrap, and a complete collection of Paul Daniels' TV Magic Tricks - even though the latter included an egg-shaped gizmo called The Magic Egg. Somehow, miraculously, my conker-sized kiddywink brain managed to differentiate it from a real egg. Thus my life was saved by a whisker.

Gruss won't countenance such a slapdash approach to child safety. Not on her watch. "It's a sad fact," she said. "Kinder Surprise eggs have to go."

As you can imagine, the committee's proclamation has already caused a fair bit of outraged huffing, not least from the manufacturer, Ferrero, which until now has perhaps been best known for providing the catering at badly dubbed ambassadors' receptions in the late 1980s.

"There is absolutely no evidence that the Kinder Surprise eggs, as a combination of toy and foodstuff, are dangerous," said Ferrero's spokeswoman. Then she snatched a golden-foil-wrapped nobbly chocolate bollock from a nearby silver platter and added, "Monsieur, with these Rocher, you are really spoiling us."

Now I'm no fan of Ferrero chocolate, which vaguely tastes like regurgitated icing sugar to me, but I can't help thinking that it would be hugely unfair on the company if an unsubstantiated link between Kinder eggs and danger began to form in parents' minds and sales suffered accordingly. Let's face it, even though Kinder eggs are generally bought for the gift rather than the sickly chocolate shell, and even though many of the toys are so ingeniously designed they could easily be sold on their own, munching through the outside to get at the inedible inside is half the fun.

What's more, jittery, neurotic parents don't need any more false scares to p*ss their pants over. They're already raising their twatty little offspring like mollycoddled prisoners: banned from playing outdoors in case a paedophile ring burrows through the pavement and eats them, locked indoors with nothing but anti-bacterial plasma screens for company, ferried to and from school in spluttering rollcaged tanks. . . Christ, half these kids would view choking to death as a release.

No wonder they grow up to become tiresome whooping advocates for extreme sports. If I'd spent the first 18 years of my life doing time in a joyless cotton-wool cell, listening to some angsty bloody parent banging on about how precious and special I was every p*ssing day, I'd snowboard off a 300ft cliff at the first opportunity too. Under those circumstances, tumbling down a rockface and cracking your skull open must feel like a declaration of independence crossed with an orgasm. Cool

How did we get to this point? Our sense of self grew too strong. We gazed up our own bums for so long, we each became the centre of the universe. We're not mere specks of flesh, jostled by the forces of chance. We're flawless deities, and goddammit we deny - deny! - the very existence of simple bad luck. If we trip on the pavement, someone else is to blame. Of course they are. And we'll sue them to prove it if necessary.

In a bid to pre-empt our self-important litigiousness, armies of risk assessors scan the horizon, dreaming of every conceivable threat. You could bang your head on that branch. Crack a rib on that teaspoon. Choke to death on that chocolate egg.

Well, it stops here. And it stops now. Next week, I'm launching my own range of Kinder eggs. They're called Unkinder Eggs. And they don't contain sweets. They contain specially designed hazards. Spiked ball bearings. Spring-loaded razor-blade traps. Flimsy balloons filled with acid. Miniature land mines powerful enough to punch holes in your cheeks and embed your teeth in the wall. The idea is to carefully nibble away all the chocolate without incurring a serious injury. Thrills! Tension! Chocolate! It's the confectionery equivalent of extreme sports. You'll love it.

And hey - that's not just cocoa butter and milk solids you're savouring. It's better than that. It's the great taste of risk.

that is pretty weak, alot of people don't give enough credit to children, i know that almost all men in my family(dads side) have had or at least been taught to use a real gun by time they were 8?(that going back at least 4 generations). there has also never to my knowledge been a death caused by missuses of a gun in that part of my family.


if your wondering i come from a long line of farmers and north country type, on my dads side anyway.


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