Hoar Frost!

I learned that “Hoar Frost” has nothing to do with whores at all.

Hore frost is also called “raditionan frost” and it is composed of tiny white crystals.

Some anonymous guy wrote this about hore frost on Wikipedia, that there are four kinds of hore’s:

– air hoar – a deposit of hoar frost on objects above the surface, such as tree branches, plant stems, wires;

– surface hoar – formed by fernlike ice crystals directly deposited on snow, ice or already frozen surfaces;

– crevasse hoar – consists in crystals that form in glacial crevasses where water vapour can accumulate under calm weather conditions;

– depth hoar – refers to cup shaped, faceted crystals formed within dry snow, beneath the surface.

B52 crash

The B52 is an awesome aircraft, and as a pilot myself, I cannot believe how reckless this pilot was, doing this at low altitude.

When I was a child, a B57 crashed at Kirtland AFB, taking out a fuel tanker and creating a fireball that could be seen for miles . . .

This crash is also due to pilot error, killing him instantly:

Giant panties for morbidly obese woman!

The morbidly obese need undies too (thanks God), but it’s tough when you have a 110 inch waistline.

I am obese myself, but I take responsibility for my fatness, and I fluctuate from fit to fat every few years . . .

I detest fat people with no self-control who claim that they are disabled because they cannot stop eating:

In some socialist countries, fatties have succeeded in getting disable status:

I’m tired of seeing these damn wheelchairs for people who are so fat that they cannot walk:

Giant underwear for the morbidly obese

this company offer giant panties for super fat ladies.

These look like a gag, but they are quite real, for fat ladies with 100+ inch waists.

Little boy buys tampons!

Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of TAMPONS and proceeded to the checkout counter.

The man at the counter asked the older boy, “Son, how old are you?”

“Eight,” the boy replied.

The man continued, “Do you know what these are used for?”

The boy replied, “not exactly, but they aren’t for me. They’re for him. He’s my brother. He’s four.

We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike.

Right now, he can’t do either.”