boing boing boing

Well, what do you expect when you build your house by a fault line?

Note to self...

How helpful! This toilet comes with a handy dandy reminder that, every day at 6:20, it's time to take a bathroom break. Great for people who spend a bit too much time on the Interwebs and need to be reminded to do things like eat, shower, and change out of their pajamas.

This is why everyone should wear nametags all the time

Man, I hate mingling at parties. I just can't remember people's faces... and some parties are so much more difficult that way, like the ones where all the guest are... um... headless.

Found by Jill, a long time ago. You wouldn't believe how behind I am in my e-mail.

The best part of waking up is AAIIIIEEEEEE THE BLOOD THE BLOOD

Nothing like great shards of broken glass to add a little excitement and danger to your quotidian shower. You won't need your cup o' joe after this! (Um, because you'll be dead, not because you'll be so freaking invigorated.)


(Found by Steph, standing up for Rhode Island.)

I bought a house with popcorn ceilings, so what do I know

I would say something about this listing Stephen found, but all I can think about is cream of tomato soup.

One building; so many opportunities.

The morning amphetamines haven't kicked in yet, and I'm having a tough time figuring out what I'm looking at. Is it one of those buildings where firefighters practice with their hoses and ladders?

No, wait. It seems to be some sort of an underground bar / bathhouse.

Even the Chairs are cowering in the corner, uncertain what they're supposed to be doing about the giant manta ray that swooped down into the missile silo.

And in this room, we have a giant hatbox. Or possibly a six-foot-across wedding cake. Why? What's going to leap out of it? Will it hurt me?

Wandering over here, we seem to be in a lawyer's waiting room.

Or maybe not. I'm not saying this is a bordello. I'm just saying... never mind. On advice of the legal counsel I waited for above, I'm not saying anything.

Now we seem to be in an office. Or a movie set. Possibly a furniture showroom.

Noooo... we're in an airport? In Dubai? In 1978?

Ah hah! It's a fire station! All is clear.

(Found by Beth, who says that it isn't even in a residential area but instead is on a service road. That doesn't really help with the confusion, does it?)

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I've seen a lot of stupid graffiti in my time, but this... oh, dear. See it? Up there in corner? It's the frikkin' Ford logo.  And then below it, we have "Like a ROCK" (underlined three times, because the writer really means it). What are vandals coming to? Tsk tsk, modern urban yout'.

In my day we made up our own corporate mottoes, thank you very much. I still recall scrawling "PEPSI: SOME PEOPLE LIKE HOW IT TASTES" on the desk during Western Civ, and spraypainting "MOP 'N GLOW: IT MOPS AND GLOWS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT" on the overpass heading out of town...

(Found by Stacy, which I find highly suspicious.)