As previously reported, Brazil has a unique way with mascots. While people in English-speaking countries grow mustaches to raise funds and awareness for testicular cancer, Brazil took to the streets with an anthropomorphic set of giant, moley testicles and literally named it Senhor Testiculo, or Mr. Testicles.
But, they don’t tackle every major issue with so direct imagery. For instance, to protest the leftist economic policies of their president, the Federation of Industries of the State of São Paulo inflated two giant ducks, one in front of their National Congress building and the other at ritzy Copacabana Beach. (Let’s see Manilow write the song about that.)
The duck refers to an allegedly common saying there, “to pay the duck,” which is when you have to unfairly pay for someone else’s mistake. Nobody’s sure where the phrase came from originally, but we’re guessing it’s in old movies where a scene starts right when a person finishes a joke. (“… And the bartender says, ‘OK, but you gotta pay the duck first!’ Jesus, Snake, you look terrible.”)
As odd as giant, inflatable ducks are, it’s still preferable to opposing leftist economic policies by nominating a preening, hyperbolic orange baboon for president.
A cow was stolen in Florida. This begs the question: there are cows in Florida? But, more than that, outcry has arisen due to its owner stating the value of the cow at $641. This apparently brings the theft up to grand theft.
This begs a bigger question: if an animal’s value is under three-quarters of a grand, does the animal even matter?
Given that the value of an animal is under zero, we think we know the answer to the question.
Not to be outdone by foreigners, a piece of America and popular fiction can be yours for under three quarters of a cool million. Of course, saying it’s a part of popular fiction might be stretching it a little.
The it in question is Grantville, Georgia, appropriated by Robert Kirkman, creator of The Walking Dead, as the hometown of Rick Grimes, main protagonist of said comic and show. The former mayor, Jim Sells, has put the downtown section of the town for sale. The scenery was used for an episode of the show!
While yes, it’s just the downtown area and not the entire town itself, isn’t it better to own than rent?
Being able to be a dictator of a third-world country just got a lot cheaper.
Okay, granted, Hungary isn’t exactly a third-world, but it ain’t exactly an economic superpower. And like all countries in the world, money can still be a little hard to come by. As such, the Hungarian village of Megyer is offering up its services for sale. And by its services, I mean being in charge of the entire village.
For just a scant 690 euros (or 750 dollars in real, American, non-moon money), a body can get for a day:
seven guesthouses that sleep 39 people, four streets, a bus stop, a barn, a chicken yard, six horses, two cows, three sheep and four hectares (10 acres) of farmland — along with the possibility of temporarily being named deputy mayor
That’s a lot of stuff in the year 1543! The mayor of the village is even encouraging the renters to have a bottle of rose wine among the silence of the countryside. And therein lies the draw. What they’re not encouraging is what a renter can’t do.
Oppression of a society of people? White slave trade? Drug smuggling? Testing out chemical weapons? We won’t judge.
Perhaps you live on the East Coast and were subject to the snow that all of us experienced. How crappy was that, hmm? It was probably even worse if you lived in the Northeastern section of the country. New England, I’m hollering at’cha! Having legendary amounts of snow dumped on you puts a damper on everything.
But not if you’re Kyle Waring. Waring has set up an online store where he’ll sell to you “historic Boston snow” in a water bottle. Mind you, you’ll end up getting water in a water bottle, but hey, it’s about the experience, right?
Well, for a small nominal upcharge of 70 dollars, Kyle can just about guarantee you getting snow rather than water in the mail. Now that’s service!
People, we believe in the guiding hand of capitalism. It speaks and we listen. Thanks to capitalism, we no longer have Crystal Pepsi! And in the state of Washington, the people have spoken: they’ve got more than enough weed already.
It would seem that the supply of marijuana for the state has more than exceeded the demand for the drug, as prices for the plant are plummeting all over the state by legal sellers. According to one store owner, he’s buying stock at half the cost of what it was just four months ago.
What does this mean? We might see the end of a couple stores. You can blame the economic law of supply and demand, but we blame a store specializing in the weed version of Crystal Pepsi.
Now, having to pay to name an animal? While that’s not an action we would traditionally support, in terms of an economic fundraiser, there are worse ideas. Wall Street needs money? Sell the naming rights to that golden bull. Seaworld out of cashola? Shamu’s getting a new name! We strongly encourage both the Republican and Democratic National Committees to put up the naming rights to the elephant and the donkey for sale.
There are few things more American than a beef sandwich (which is British) named after a town in Germany. But it looks like Burger King, after helping make America bigger for over 60 years, may take its Whopper north to Canada.
BK is looking to buy Tim Hortons, which is basically their Dunkin Donuts, but with cashiers who speak French instead of Spanish. Should the deal go through, then reports indicate that BK would move its headquarters to Canada. This inversion deal would allow BK to continue less-than-subtly trolling the Big Mac with its Big King in the U.S. without paying U.S. corporate taxes.
We, of course, should have foreseen BK’s Benedict Arnold-esque retreat to Canada. By not naming any of their burgers after their weight in pounds, they won’t have to rebrand any products in their new metric system-using home.