Sunday, October 30, 2016

There's Not Much Science on a Sunday

Of course there's not much science on Sunday since this is NFL day when men get paid big bucks to get concussions by cracking their heads into one another and calling it sport.

Ed:  same thing as diplomacy with America.  Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Yah but they don't have teams coming up with worthless tied scores just because they have a shitty name like the Redskins.

Ed:  well, that game was in London where everything was marginalized by BREXIT anyway.

Heya, matey, mate.  You're supposed to be the straight man.

Ed:  if I'm not allowed to make jokes then I might as well work for Clinton.

She's not funny!

Ed:  yah, I know but that way I will always win.

Cripes, you probably want a rim shot from the band for that.

Maestro, rim shot, please.


There was some science about autism and genetic damage to mitochondrial DNA but I'm so fucking tired of hearing about autism after so many vegetative anti-vaxxers have said vaccinations cause it when really we have known all along the Russians did it.

Note:  it's a safe bet vaccination did not cause the damage to the mitochondrial DNA since it would be observed in one sibling in a family but not in the others.  Unless Mother was one really nasty bitch who only vaccinated one of them, that theory is shot all to hell.

Ed:  it already was, years ago!

Right you are and you win the Chevrolet.

Johnny, tell him how to pick up his prize.


Instead, we have Jim Jefferies in Amsterdam where he discovered the Porno Warehouse which he said was on par in size with Wal-Mart.  Naturally or perhaps not so naturally given what he bought, he had to go and then tell us what (cough) came of it.




You may want to try that at home and we're fine with that ... so long as it isn't this home which isn't even my home but you still can't do that here.


Sometimes we fall afflicted here at the Rockhouse to the scourge of Youtubia which, as you may know, is following the suggested videos chains in YouTube just to see how weird shit gets.

Sometimes we wind up with Jim Jefferies talking about the plastic fantastic artificial vagina which vibrates like a Motel 6 bedroom or we end up with ocean-going vessels crashing into each other.  As to how weird shit will get, there is no apparent limit.

Today's favorite was the wingsuit loon who posted a video of his flight which ended abruptly when he flew into a tree.  It did not kill him because he lives by the premise he's too dumb to die which often works for drunkies as well.  It's not clear why he posted it but we're assuming it's like the cracker who posted a video of catching catfish with his penis.  Of one thing we're sure, if that wingsuit 'flier' ever goes fishing, he will wind up singing falsetto for life.

And still it gets stranger than that.  Nevertheless, the study is vital.  It's science, my brothers and sisters.

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