Looks like they can go on holiday after all. http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...day-prize.html

+10 points to footer for douche nozzle

So the mother of 3 says she could really have used the £2,000. I'm sure she would love that money, but if things are really that tight for her, maybe she shouldn't own a horse. It's not exactly an inexpensive hobby.

Sure. What could possibly go wrong?

San Francisco park reopens with new outdoor urinal

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Meanwhile, in PA Arizona:

Man gets 18 months' probation in Arizona bestiality case

:3_eyes:

If a city has a homeless population but doesn't provide public toilets, then the city is the toilet.

Ha ha! The other day, in a moment of pique, I called someone a douche nozzle while the inch and mm were in the car. The inch was scandalized and as a result the mm became hyper-curious. I did some clever French etymology to allay the inch's embarrassment and then explained how it's used in the US as a shower for lady bits, to satisfy the mm's burgeoning prurience.

It is such a satisfying phrase to say.

I know, right. And no one pointed out the obvious irony of a cow owning a horse.

You probably only piqued the inch's prurient interest. Although for her to have been scandalized in the first place, she clearly knew what was what. She now has ammunition with which to confuse and deflect horrified adults when she uses the term at school, though, so it's a win. ;)

Gives me a newfound respect for my Kitchen Aid.

A kitchen Aid can fuck you up for real. Smash every bone in your hand.

When I was in my 20s I worked as a baker and we had a 60 qt Hobart like the one below (pic pulled from the internet) There was a crushed I gallon heavy duty aluminum measuring cup on display as a reminder. One day I was working with Betsy, another baker, and we were checking the consistency of the dough. I put my arm into the mixer to pull the dough from the side of the bowl and for some reason Betsy had a brain fart, actually this rose to the level of a day after Taco Tuesday brain shart, and she pushed the ON button. It's a big-ass 3 phase motor that makes a grunt before it starts moving. I heard the 'grunt' and moved my fucking arm like lightning.

I gave a what the actual fuck? look and she was horrified.

Close fucking call. Those machines will fling around 200 pounds of dough like it's a rag.

:eek:

People are weird that way. I subbed in a middle school shop years ago. I was showing the kids how to bend sheet metal to make dust pans. A kid from a different section had permission to do some drilling and damned if one of the dust pan crew didn't walk over and push the start while the kid was switching bits. Yeah, it was bloody.

Did he say "I dunno" when you asked him why he did it?

"I don't like Tuesdays."