Dancing like Michael Jackson requires that certain something. 300lbs and flippers aren't features that I'd usually think would qualify, but there's always a first time. We're not sure where this footage was shot, but it is without doubt the best video you'll see of a walrus dancing like Michael Jackson this week.
A Florida man has been arrested for allegedly returning dozens of used enemas to a Jacksonville CVS. The scam is one he had pulled off many times over an extended period of time. The Jacksonville Sheriff's Department launched an investigation after they were tipped off that a man had repeatedly been returning multiple saline laxative enemas to the same CVS. According to a release from the Sheriff's Department the suspect had been returning six pack containers of enemas for more than three months. Employees had been re-shelving the products not realizing they had been used. In early June an employee, Dustin McDonald found it strange that the suspect was bringing back the same item more than once. He decided to do an internal investigations. The Smoking Gun reported that when he opened a few boxes of enemas they were all filled with fluid and that the box had been re-glued to look like it had never been opened. He looked further and found that all the boxes on the shelf were in exactly the same state, having been opened and re-glued shut. McDonald didn't call the cops at that point, until he saw the suspect in the store again trying to return the same item and then he called the cops. The Sheriff's Department sent the bottles to the crime lab and found that they had all been opened and fecal matter was detected on all of them. CVS is contacting anyone they know purchased enemas from the store to return them immediately and in encouraging anyone with information to please come forward.
A viral farm sign says sex, noises and odors are inevitable when you live next to one, and if you don't like it, you ought to move away. We're guessing that the owner of said farm regularly gets complaints about his/her animals making noises, smelling bad and having sex outdoors for everyone to see. It inspired the farmer to make this unique farm sign, warning of sex, noises and odors, and advising anyone who has a problem with it to move away. The tell-it-like-it-is sign warns of the uniquer conditions when living next to a farm and says that unless you can "tolerate noise, odors and outdoor sex, DON'T BUY PROPERTY NEXT TO A FARM." A photo of the sign was by user 0Fucs2Give (something tells us the sign really resonated with that handle's operator) in just under 20 hours. A few comments on the thread show that people complaining about farms they live next to is actually . City slickers relocating to quieter, pastoral settings often call the cops over the smell of manure and even petition to shut down farms in the name of property value. "I work for a city Parks department. People buy houses next to parks then complain about people walking through the park next to their house along the fence. Or buy the property that backs to a park and is closes to a swing set then complain kids on swings can see in their yard. People are not smart," wrote one user. One Redditor joked "Cow sex is hilarious, I don't see how that is a negative selling point for anyone." We might have to agree, there. What do you think of the farm sign warning of sex, noises and odors? Sound off!
A couple were so completely love-struck when they posed for their engagement photo that there was something they just didn't notice, until the photo hit the popular social media forum reddit and started to go viral. While it is unknown who the romantic couple are, or where they are situated, The Mirror Online notes that it is apparent that they were enjoying a good meal at a restaurant when the boyfriend , proposing to the love of his life. They theorize the man had been rehearsing the proposal scenario for months and apparently got it right, because she did say "yes." As they were in a restaurant at the time, the newly-engaged pair then chose to use the nearest tools they had to create the perfect engagement photo. They took a whole load of rice and created each others' initials, separated by a huge and romantic heart. His initials are AN and hers are AL, so you might already see where this is going. Being in a love-struck state as they were, they just didn't notice or think of the consequences and posted the engagement photo online. A redditor found the rather amusing image on Imgur and since then the engagement photo has gone viral, with several thousand reddit users sharing it around. A redditor called Bluebeagle theorized as to what might have occurred."Lets do my initials first, then yours" "No way, that spells out Alan...." "Fine, we can do your's first."Another redditor by the name of ch33s3man suggested, "Maybe they intentionally did it because they have a sense of humor." Whatever the actual series of events involved, they will now definitely need a sense of humor as the resulting engagement photo certainly came out very funny and rather unfortunate, as can be seen below.
What's wrong with this picture? — Ian Croll (@Iancroll1) In similar, equally unfortunate news, Inquisitr recently reported the story of the guy who proposed to his girl in a car, at the drive-thru, by putting an in a chicken sandwich. Needless to say that proposal went horribly wrong. Then there was the story of a Dutch man who hired a huge crane to make a , which went smashingly wrong. Last, but definitely not least, there was a that went horribly wrong when the future groom accidentally dropped the ring during freefall. It all goes to show that marriage proposals should always be carefully planned to avoid something going horribly awry, especially when taking an engagement photo on what should be one of the most important days of your life. [Image: CC by 2.0 ]
In a letter to his former master, freed Jourdan Anderson tells his master exactly what the score is. I am glad to hear that things like this happened back then. The letter in its entirety: Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865 To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance. I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, "Them colored people were slaves" down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again. As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor's visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams's Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire. In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits. Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me. From your old servant, Jourdon Anderson.
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Indian police have released a pigeon belonging to a Pakistani fisherman after a probe found that the bird, which had flown across the contentious border between the nuclear-armed nations, was not a spy, two officials said on Friday.
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