My, um, mother-in-blog (well, she can't be my blogmom, because I already have one and, thankfully, she hasn't given me up so far) has a string of posts that I just have to mention. This one, on the ridiculous metamorphosis of Norma McCorvey, probably takes the cake, in part because of my undying distain for this man. But this one gets my almost-sprayed-my-screen award for the week.A theatre in Berlin has hired naked ushers to show guests ... um ... to their seats.
"Berliners are no strangers to nudity, and the city boasts a naked jogging club as well as several parks and holiday camps where naked Germans can be seen in the summer enjoying the sun."
Naked Germans? Big, fat, pink, beer swilling Naked Germans jogging and camping? Eeeew. Just take a rock and kill me now -- please -- before they issue photos.I've been meaning to mention some more serious ones as well, though, like this, from a few weeks ago about the pet dog that was executed by police during an erroneous road stop in Tennessee. And more recently, in a similar vein, this. Morons, indeed.
