Colorado man, Kenneth Dejoie, got more than a roast beef sandwich when he visited his local Arby’s two years ago. Dejoie claims that he was “utilizing the urinal in the men’s restroom when it caused a jet of steam to shoot forth from the urinal and burn his genitals.” When he reported the incident to one of the employees he responded with “This happens when the sink in the kitchen is running.” That answer didn’t satisfy the man with the scalded sausage, so he decided to sue the fast food chain. He is seeking damages for financial losses, for not being able to have sex with his wife and for their all-around crappy food. I just added that last part. Something about the color of their roast beef has never seemed right to me. Now I understand why: They cook it in the urinal. We hope Dejoie and his penis get the compensation they deserve. Keep on clicking to hear about more really insane penis accidents. [CBS Denver]
#320 on the list of things I’m thankful for: studies on the benefits of wine. The latest cause for popping a cork: it’s liquid sunscreen. Researchers at the University of Barcelona have discovered that grapes have the power to protect your skin from UV rays, the cause of sun-related skin cancers, premature aging and temporary burning.
Flavonoids found in wine (particularly Cabernets, Petite Syrahs, and Pinot Noirs) act as shields for cells at risk of breaking down from UV exposure, according to the research. Keep reading »
This week, high heels became exhibit A in a crime scene. A Georgia woman allegedly murdered her boyfriend with the pointy heel of her shoe. 46-year-old Thelma Carter is in custody after her live-in partner, Robert Higdon was found dead in their trailer with stab wounds believed to have been caused by her spiked high heel.
Here’s where it gets stranger: this is not the first stiletto attack of 2011. In fact there have been at least five by my count.
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Well, if that doesn’t melt your cold, bitter heart, nothing will. [The Daily What
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Meet Alfie, the horse with the rare mustache. When this stallion’s ‘stache started to sprout, his groomer tried to trim him but Alfie refused, bolting across the stable to avoid the scissors. “It was bizarre when I first saw it and my first inkling was we need to shave it off. But he does not let you anywhere near it … He is a very headstrong horse and he is very proud of his mustache,” she said of her decision to honor Alfie’s wishes to let his mo grow. I am totally digging his ‘stache. It would be a shame to see it go. I say, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him shave.” [Metro UK] Keep reading »
I often get a post-meal pooch, especially after I’ve shoved down, say, a foot-long hoagie. The bloated, pregnancy looking pouch that used to be my stomach is a phenomenon commonly referred to as a “food baby.” Sometimes I call mine “the bagel” because if I squeeze it, it looks like a bagel. I know this is something women love to joke about to assuage their guilt after totally pigging out or to express their discomfort at having to unbutton their pants after an eating marathon.
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Matt Damon and I are pretty much not alike at all, but one thing we could bond over: we both hate snakes. Apparently Damon was so squeamish around the reptiles on the set of his new movie “We Bought a Zoo,” that his co-star Scarlett Johansson made fun of him. “He was definitely sweating a bit, and maybe the sweat formed in the corner of his eye,” she told People. “I said, ‘Matt, these kids are practically juggling the snakes. Hold it together.’” Johansson recalled watching Damon “cry like a baby and rock back and forth when the snakes were spread all over the set.”
Hey, lay off him Scarlett! I’m right there with you, Matt. Snakes are just not right. Click through to check out some other notable — and notably strange — celeb phobias.
Not going to lie, watching Manhattan architect Luke Clark Tyler, who lives in a 76 square foot apartment, talk about his living space kind of gave me heart palpitations. I get a little queasy and claustrophobic when i think about being in a tiny room like that. I hate confined spaces! Also, $800 is A LOT of money to pay for such a small apartment — even in New York City. Okay, I need to walk away from this video now and go breathe into a paper bag. [Hit Dan Back
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