That's crazy. One misjudgement and splat against the mountain. I think my hands started sweating just watching...
On Dec. 9, a death-row officer at the Polunsky Unit of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice found Thomas in his cell with blood on his face and took him to the infirmary. ""Thomas said he pulled out his eye and subsequently ingested it," agency spokesman Jason Clark said Friday. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28582204/
He kills his entire family, rips their hearts out, plucks his own eyes out, yet doesn't think to just kill himself? Can't someone give him a hint?
Parents report boy missing http://www.nationalledger.com/ledgerdc/article_272624494.shtml 10 years later
That article almost deserves a mention just on the pretense of being an early nominee for 'worst written article of 2009'. Honestly, it's as if it were written by an eight year old with some form of ADD.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/science/article5537017.ece I think we already knew that wealth made it easier for men to find women willling to have sex with them, but this suggests that the women are enjoying it, too!
This. Is. Awesome. The guiding principle in Municipal Judge Paul Sacco's courtroom is an eye for an eye. Or rather, an ear for an ear. So when teenagers land in front of him for blasting their car stereos or otherwise disturbing the peace in this small northern Colorado city, Sacco informs them that they will spend a Friday evening in his courtroom listening to music -- of his choosing. No, they can't pay a fine instead, he tells them. So, he adds with a snicker, ever heard of Barry Manilow?
All the judge has to do is have them listen to a collection of "hits" from the 80s-a seriously bad decade for music. The end of the article mentions ABBA- that'll work.
You're right- I meant to separate them from the 80s. I goofed. I just thought of another group of songs these kids would love to hear- novelty songs from the late 50s and early 60s. Gems like "The Chipmunk Song," "Mr. Custer," "Witch Doctor," "Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport," and "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah," just to name a few.
Back when I was in school there was a certain frat that use to haze their pledges with music. Four pledges in one room with a keg and a bunch of cups, door locked until they finished all the beers. The extra cups were for pissing into. The only other thing in the room was a window from which the pledges could be watched to make sure they weren't cheating, and also to pipe music through. Instead of a whole collection of terrible songs to torture the pledges, the frat would pick one song and just play it on constant repeat for the duration. One year it was, "We Like To Party" by the Vengaboys. Another year it was, "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan. So cruel.