Behold, a tongue made from a tuchus.

Medicine continues to advance. I think.

Probably won’t do that well in Brighton Beach or Boca, though.

Behold, the Hitler-themed restaurant.

Maybe they could make a Broadway musical about it. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “soup Nazi.”

[Update on Monday evening]

Per the comment section, can anyone come up with a menu for the (obviously) much worse George Bush Cafe? Instead of a swastika, it would have the Halliburton corporate symbol, of course.

A man with two penes.

I expect Trojan endorsement offers any day now.

Elizabeth Wolff has to have been waiting years to write this phrase:

Bill Clinton is a sexagenerian.

Warning, though. Have a barf bag ready for the praise from his fans.

Missed the Darwin Award by this much:

His girlfriend said Spangler decided to duct tape the large firework to the old football helmet. He then put on the helmet and ignited it.

Here’s a pretty spectacular Darwin Award finalist–a man who took a sledgehammer to a grenade. No apparent big loss, but sadly, he badly injured a co-worker as well.

Here’s a pretty spectacular Darwin Award finalist–a man who took a sledgehammer to a grenade. No apparent big loss, but sadly, he badly injured a co-worker as well.

Here’s a pretty spectacular Darwin Award finalist–a man who took a sledgehammer to a grenade. No apparent big loss, but sadly, he badly injured a co-worker as well.

The world is going to end in less than two weeks. Well, at least if Islamist nutballs have anything to say about it. I was going to put this down as war commentary, but I think I’ll stick to “Weird.”

I hate when that happens.