This shouldn’t really come as news, but birds really do communicate with each other, especially when there is an enemy nearby. They signal their friends to warn them of nearby danger, or rally them to come to their aid and attack as a mob.
They can even aim the direction of their calls to the bird in a different area if they so choose. Thanks, science. Now we just need to learn their chirp for “Come here and enjoy these delicious seeds with me” so we can trap them and defeat our areal foes.
If you can’t get your yule log up unless you pretend someone’s stealing Christmas, then we’ve got your fix right here.
According to his father, a boy* was sent home and ordered to undergo a psych eval for his classwork. In response to the assignment of drawing something that reminds him of Christmas, he drew himself being crucified.
It is our opinion that he should have at most received half-credit for drawing the wrong holiday.
Of course, the teacher didn’t say she was punishing him for his Christianity. She said the eval was because of the “violent imagery.” (Pfft.) Folks, what’s the world coming to if you can’t draw yourself having nails driven through your hands and ankles, a crown of thorns thrust onto your head and starving to death while exposed to the heat and cold, birds pecking at you and soldiers poking you with spears?
*Note: SeriouslyGuys refuses to identify the boy so he won’t be unfairly ostracized, but he’s a second grader from Taunton, Massachusetts and the son of Chester Johnson. But that’s all we’ll say about that.
When author Stephen King heard that a unit with the Maine National Guard was looking to travel home from training in Indiana for Christmas, King forked over $12,999 to help finance a pair of charter buses.
Little did the soldiers know that the buses they were on were taking them … to Salem’s Lot!
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING! THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!
Great news for Chugs “Chris” Taylor, a brothel in Nevada wants to hire some male prostitutes. They would be the first legal male ones in the state’s history.
The men would work at the Shady Lady Ranch, which sort of needs a new name at this point, don’t you think? Nevada is very proud of its legal prostitution program. For the past 25 years, not a single prostitute has contracted HIV.
So if you need a guy–seriously, soon you be able to do so in Nevada. Chugs prefers ladies.
