At some point in their career, actors invariably need to endorse things in order to pay the bills – however, I can’t think of one more perfect than this one that I stumbled upon this week.
It’s bacon and eggs time!
Of course, after hearing the news I scrambled to post this up as quick as possible – after all, this could be the most fated of hookups ever!
What a combination, what a combination! (Hopefully Bacon’s critics don’t fry him for this one!)
Related Link: http://incredibleegg.org/
Without a doubt, definitive proof that cats don’t particularly care much for yoga. Or anyone doing yoga for that matter.
As this poor woman found out the particularly painful way.
This animated GIF serves as a reminder that cats really are out to kill you given the chance. (That’s why I gave my two away.)
If you’re still not quite following me, The Oatmeal probably explains this best in his classic (and rather famous) Internet cartoon:
He emphasized that this paper was an absolute requirement for passing his class, and that there would be only two acceptable excuses for being late. Those were a medically certifiable illness or a death in the student’s immediate family.
A smart arse student in the back of the classroom waved his hand and spoke up, “But what about extreme sexual exhaustion, professor?”
As you would expect, the class exploded in laughter.
When the students had finally settled down, the professor froze the young man with a glaring look.
“Well,” he responded, “I guess you’ll just have to learn to write with your other hand then.”
“The choice of food that we put into our stomachs these days is sometimes quite literally enough to us given enough time”.
“Red meat is awful, soft drinks corrode your stomach lining, Chinese food is loaded with MSG, high fat diets can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long term harm caused by the germs in our very drinking water. ”
“However, above all this, there is still one food choice that is the most dangerous of all, and we all have, or will, eat it.”
Pausing for effect, the doctor continued with, “So, does anyone have an idea as to what this food choice is that can cause so much grief and suffering over such an extended period of time after eating it?”
After several seconds of quiet, a wrinkled 75-year-old man in the front row slowly raised his hand, and softly said, “Wedding cake.”
Last night I was having some wings and beer with a co-worker after work. There were these two pretty, but kinda large girls drinking at the bar and being rather loud. They had what I could have sworn was a Scottish accent.
Seeing as I’m a big fan of girls from the UK, I ambled over to strike up a conversation. I asked them, “So… are you two ladies from Scotland then?”
I could see immediately that I had offended them. The brunette scowled and retorted, “WALES!”
I humbly apologized and replied, “I’m sorry. Are you two whales from Scotland then?”
Naturally, that won him the top prize for the best toast of the night.
Later that night, John got home and mentioned to his wife, “Guess what, I won the prize for the best toast of the night!”
“Oh? So what was your toast then?” she asked.
“Well,” I told the boys, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life sitting in church beside me wife.”
“Oh, very nice, very nice. A worthy win indeed then my dear John,” exclaimed Mary.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John’s toasting buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, “John won the prize the other night you know, with a toast about you, Mary.”
She replied, “Aye and I was a wee bit surprised myself! You know, he’s only been there twice. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come!”.
Three men died and went up to Heaven. Standing in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, the three men were asked just how faithful they had been to their wives during their time down on Earth, their level of devotion determining their mode of transport here in Heaven.
The first man stepped forward and said that he had never once cheated on his wife during their long marriage, and is still very much in love with her even after all this time. Pleased with his level of devotion, St. Peter rewarded the first man with a luxurious and beautiful Rolls Royce, in which he eased through the gates and entered Heaven.
The second man stepped forward and sheepishly admitted that although he had once or twice strayed from his wife during their marriage, for the most part he had been pretty faithful and too loved her. Not quite as pleased with the second man’s level devotion compared to that of the first guy, St. Peter nevertheless rewarded the second man with a shiny Mustang, in which he sped through the Gates.
The third man stepped up, hung his head in shame and announced that he had been unfaithful to his wife on more than just a few occasions, to which St. Peter responded by giving the man a scooter which he then hopped on and entered into Heaven.
A few days later the man on the scooter noticed the first man sitting on a curb next to his Rolls Royce, head in his hands and tears streaming down his face. Bemused, the scooter guy asked the first guy what was going on that was so terrible, given the fact that he now owned a beautiful luxurious Rolls Royce.
“Well,” sniffed the first man. “I just saw my wife go past on roller skates…”
An elderly lady, an attractive big boobed blonde, a noisy American and a Canadian guy were all seated on a train passing through a particularly mountainous area. As they passed through a pitch black tunnel, a loud *SLAP* broke the silence, and as the train emerged from the tunnel and into the light, there sat the American with a bright red hand print across the side of his face.
The old lady chuckled and thought to herself, “That noisy guy probably grabbed the blonde’s breast and she slapped him!”
The blonde thought to herself, “Ha, that guy probably tried to grab my breast, missed, and then caught the old lady’s breast by mistake. Wow, she really gave him a good wallop!”
The America thinks, “Geez, that Canadian probably tried to grab the blonde’s breast, she missed slapping him, and caught me instead!”
The Canadian guy sits there with a smile on his face, “Man, I can’t wait until another tunnel so that I can slap the crap out of this American again!”
Utterly bewildered shop-goers could only look on at this strange debacle, before a young manager stepped forward, approached the man who was now swinging the dog around quite wildly, and asked if there was anything wrong or anything that he could do for the blind man.
“No sir,” replied the blind man. “I’m just having a look around”.