Abercrombie & Fitch recently announced plans to open a children’s store on Savile Row, a London street known for high-end menswear and often referred to as “the golden mile of tailoring.” Obviously, this didn’t go over well with Savile Row’s merchants and clientele. In response, impeccably-dressed demonstrators gathered outside the A&F store in Burlington Gardens twirling their mustaches, strumming banjos, and waving signs that said “Give Three-Piece A Chance.” I’m a little concerned about the guy on the left with the riding crop, but otherwise I think this is brilliant.
Six-year-old girl Salecia Johnson landed herself in the slammer recently after throwing a temper tantrum. Georgia police arrived at Creekside Elementary School where the kindergartener was accused of tearing items off the walls, throwing furniture and knocking down a bookshelf that “injured” the principal. When officials attempted to calm her, she “resisted,” so cops handcuffed and hauled her little booty downtown. (The police chief told the WMAZ local news that anyone transported to the station must be placed in cuffs while riding inside a cop car.) Salecia, pictured above, was charged with damage to property and simple assault and was suspended for the remainder of the school year. Keep reading »
I don’t know about you guys, but whenever I’m at a hotel, I look around and think, This is nice, I guess, but you know what would be better? A giant hamster cage. Apparently a lot of people share this sentiment, because a hotel in western France called Villa Hamster provides just that — yep, hamster cages for humans — and business has been booming since it opened in 2009. The hotel owner, 42-year-old Yann Falquerho, saw a void in the “animal transformation” hotel niche and pounced on the opportunity to give guests the full hamster lifestyle experience, from human-size running wheels to hay stacks to sleep on. What’s for dinner? Organic hamster grains and water in a tube, of course! Not only is the hotel often totally booked, Falquerho says many guests even spend their time at Villa Hamster on all fours. Sounds like the perfect romantic getaway, huh? [Oddity Central]
Experts say a New Zealand woman’s 2-gallon-a-day Coca-Cola habit probably contributed to her death, a conclusion that led the soft-drink giant to note that even water can be deadly in excessive amounts.
Natasha Harris, a 30-year-old, stay-at-home mother of eight from Invercargill, died of a heart attack in February 2010. Fairfax Media reported that a pathologist, Dr. Dan Mornin, testified at an inquest Thursday that she probably suffered from hypokalemia, or low potassium, which he thinks was caused by her excessive consumption of Coke and overall poor nutrition. Read more…
Dear Kenichi Ito (aka Monkey Man),
I really admire how you’ve been perfecting different movement styles based on the Patas monkey of Africa. For the record, I don’t think you look like a monkey. I’m sorry that you were teased as a child. I was too. It sucks. But I respect how you turned your pain into a positive by learning to adopt animal traits. I did that as well! You can ask my family about The Bird With The Broken Wing and The Disinterested Flamingo if you get to meet them. I can’t run as fast as you on all fours, I’ve never gone into the mountains for an animal training retreat, and thank God, I have never been mistaken for a wild boar and shot at, but I can anthropomorphize an animal like nobody’s business. I think we would get along really well. Maybe we could get together and you can teach me how to gallop on all fours.
A bra gun holster probably makes more sense to ardent NRA fans and gun-owners. Right? I hope so, because as much as I believe in a lady’s right to own a gun, carrying it between her ta-tas sounds like a terrible idea. The $40 Flashbang Bra Gun Holster is a Kydex pouch, molded to fit the special model of gun, and it attaches to the piece of bra fabric between your two cups. The gun doesn’t hide in your boobs; it actually hangs free under them. Pistol-packing lasses can whip the gun free by merely yanking it — after reaching down the front of their shirt first, of course. I’d be way too afraid I’d shoot myself in the boob, or worse, to pack heat in my bazoombas. I wonder what the NRA’s stance is on reconstructive breast surgery for dopey accidents. [Wired]