Kind of puts an exclamation point on the whole topic, eh?

“...that smell eventually goes away.”

You nailed it. Every single one of her tweets could be a band name.

Here we go. This is the song that should be playing under the factory tour video:

Wait - I thought her name was Artificial Rhonda with the Plastic Pie™ ??

The time I least expect to get anything bitten off is pretty much any time. (Granted I don’t get out much.)

My friend’s Russian mail order bride tried to kill him! (And no, my friend isn’t Yakov Smirnoff.) Meanwhile, she was insanely hot. I’m not sure he even cared about her occasional stabby-ness, because Good God Almighty.

Yeesh. Not Safe For Dinner either. < urp >

Everyone’s favorite evolutionary cul-de-sac: Florida Man.

“Honest question: can someone please tell me why people are still training dogs to sense low blood sugars?”

HA! More stars, please! < click click >

These are like the 21st-century short-attention-span version of those horrific movies they used to make us watch in Drivers Ed class. The classic Schwarzenegger-movie death pun riffs are a nice touch. And yeah, pretty gruesome, but OK because cartoons! <SPLAT!> Whee!

throwing a few ounches

This, exactly. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t picked up a few tips from articles like these. And I do try hard to keep it to a minimum, but nobody’s perfect.

I can vouch for the stupidity part. Women in general seem barely able to conceal their contempt for me on any given day. After a couple of beers, suddenly they think I’m cute as hell. (I’m not.) This isn’t even cool or fun, just weird and unnerving. Alcohol is a helluva drug.

“bottle of boos”

Just the one shoulder? Which one?

Whoo! Came for the physics, stayed for the mom jokes! (Plus, you needed 1 more star for an even 100, heh.)