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❝ A few years ago, men would have never thought about getting Botox, fillers or cosmetic surgery because they thought they were just for women…
❝ While most of you will think the only place to get the injections would be your face, there’s plenty of other areas and one of those includes your testicles.
❝ Yep, arguably the most sensitive part of a guy’s body is being injected with Botox to make it look more appealing. Let’s be honest, it’s certainly not the prettiest part of a bloke’s body but it seems as though some want it looking better.
The procedure has been dubbed ‘Scrotox’, obviously amalgamating Botox and scrotum, and it costs up to $1,000.
Thanks, UrsaRodinia (I think…)
❝ An Australian appeals court on Friday dismissed a bullying case brought by an engineer who accused his former supervisor of repeatedly breaking wind toward him.
The Victoria state court of appeal upheld a supreme court judge’s ruling that even if engineer David Hingst’s allegations were true, flatulence did not necessarily constitute bullying…
❝ He had sought $1.8m in a suit against his former employer Construction Engineering, but a judge blasted the case out of the supreme court last year.
Hingst applied to appeal the case, saying “flatulence was a form of bullying” and his ex-colleague Greg Short was a serial farter…
❝ The court of appeal ruled against Hingst on Friday, refusing to grant him leave to appeal and ordering him to pay the defendant’s legal costs…
In response, Hingst promised to take the case further. “I’m taking it to the high court,” he told the judges.
I worked at a firm for a short while where there actually was a similar struggle. El Primo used to think it was funny to sneak up behind this one employee and drop a blue bomber fierce enough that even folks a desk or two away had to get up and move.
The final confrontation was classic, though. The target dude had made up his mind to quit. Had another job lined up. Now, one thing consistent about the boss was that he always had to dash into the men’s room and variously relieve himself as soon as he arrived at work. Don’t know what he had for breakfast; but, it was “active”.
Our victim arrived early his last day before leaving – smiling and looking a little cramped. He’d eaten a very early breakfast of anchovies and hard-boiled eggs and topped it off with a can of beans stewed with prunes. He managed to stay out of our little one-holer office crapper till he spotted the man himself pull into the parking lot. Ran into the bathroom, locking himself in – followed by thunderous thumps – and no flushing…
The boss rips in through the door and heads straight for the bathroom. Hammers on the door for a minute or two till our hero finally steps out with a smile and with a sweeping bow, sends him into the tiny room. Slams the door and locks it from the outside.
Said his goodbyes to all of us and left through the front door. Taking the crapper key with him. By the time we got a locksmith in to unlock and open the door – El Bosso was found lying on the floor in a puddle of his own vomit. Dazed, semi-conscious, completely unaware of our laughter.
❝ As part of Al Jazeera’s elaborate infiltration of the United States’ gun lobby, I assumed the role of a gun advocate, pretending to campaign for a repeal of Australia’s rigid, gun control laws, and pretending that I wanted more firearms in the hands of Australian citizens.
In fact, I disagree with all of those things. I believe the gun lobby’s efforts to conceal the truth, which concerns public safety and constitutional rights, should be brought to light.
❝ That is why I chose to take part in this undercover investigation…
❝ …I’d never worn a hidden camera or claimed to love guns. In fact, I’d only fired a gun a few times on a friend’s farm. I didn’t know a Glock from Luger and I’d never seen an assault rifle.
That didn’t matter, Peter Charley said. He was looking for someone with the ability to “work a room” and knowledge of people, business and finance. I would be trained thoroughly in the journalistic requirements, as well as the handling of guns.
❝ So, I was in.
RTFA. I’ve known folks who performed similar tasks for the civil rights movement…including one brave young man who infiltrated the KKK. Dangerous is the minimal description of the job.
RTFA, watch the video interview. I think this dude scared the shark as much as vice-versa.
❝ A 104-year-old Australian scientist arrived Monday in Switzerland before his planned assisted suicide, unbowed about his intentions and hopeful that his premeditated death will send a message to legislators back home…
“I am glad to arrive,” Goodall said from a wheelchair. “The message I would like to send is: Once one passes the age of 50 or 60, one should be free to decide for oneself whether one wants to go on living or not.”
❝ Lucid and humorous, Goodall reiterated his frustration about not being as free or as mobile in his later life as he once was. While not suffering from a terminal illness, he said he hoped his trip to take his own life in Switzerland — which allows assisted suicide, unlike Australia — would change legislators’ minds one day…
Goodall is expected to meet Tuesday with a doctor who will assess his mindset and hold another news conference on Wednesday. On Thursday, he plans to swallow a lethal cocktail of chemicals, ending his life.
More power to you, Doctor Goodall. I agree with your right to make such a determination. I consider it likely I’ll be making a similar choice some day or other. Especially living in a nation where the medical-industrial complex assures its political and economic power courtesy of primitive belief systems – and Congress.
❝ The most common Irukandji, Carukia barnesi, are the size of a chickpea, and because they’re colorless, in the ocean they’re more or less invisible. The smaller ones might appear to you as the residue of a sneeze. The Irukandji’s translucent bell, shaped like a tiny boxing glove, trails four tentacles, delicate as cotton thread and about three feet long. The jellyfish’s sting doesn’t hurt overmuch. The pain is perhaps equivalent to a mild static zap from a metal doorknob—hardly even enough to make you want to suck your finger. The C. barnesi does not leave red welts, as other jellyfish do. You might miss the prick of its microscopic, stinging darts. You might think it’s just the start of sunburn.
❝ Worst-case scenario: You’re dead by the following sunset.
RTFA. There are several little quirks like this that add a level of adventure and excitement to ordinary life in Australia I wouldn’t seek out.
❝ The results of the Australian Marriage Law Postal Survey are in. Despite the voluntary nature of the survey, 12,727,920 (79.5%) eligible Australians voted.
By a margin of 61.6% to 38.4%, Australians have said “yes” to the proposition:
Should the law be changed to allow same-sex couples to marry?
❝ To permit same-sex marriage, parliament must amend the Marriage Act 1961…
The definition of marriage can be simply changed by removing the words “a man and a woman” and replacing them with “two people”.
Such a change will have flow-on effects throughout Australian society. For example, celebrants will be free to officiate at legal wedding ceremonies for same-sex couples. State and territory authorities will be empowered to register same-sex marriages.
❝ Most significantly, same-sex couples will have equality of choice in how they want to formalise relationships. Those who choose to marry will be entitled to the legal benefits of marriage.
This will engage much of the usual anti-democratic sophistry and histrionics beloved of bigots and True Believers. One can only hope that the Australian Parliament will recognize the forward-looking spirit of this poll as meaningful – and predictive of the spirit of voters come the next election.
Most folks hope the bill sorting things out in legalese will be kept simple and to the point. Human rights are for all humans. Spirits in the sky are entitled to have their opinions voiced by folks who believe in such. They have no standing in civil liberties, civil rights.
Tired of your friendly local bank doing a crappy job of keeping the ATMs stocked up? Here’s how someone in Oz decided to express their frustration.
Thanks, Scott Cooper