You Disgust Me

Yes, you. By a margin of more than 2 to 1, you, dear reader, have opted for inhumane behavior over delicious feline meat.

This story, for example, details the lengths to which some savvy restauranat proprietors will go to ensure only the finest meat is served.

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Cat Fight Over China's Feline Meat Trade

"It cost me seven Renminbi a pound," a man told me, pointing at a hessian sack. He had paid about 70p for cat meat at a southern China market.

As we chatted, the bag seemed to move by itself, emitting a plaintive 'meowing' sound.

The man had just bought four live cats, which he told me he had served up later that day to diners in his restaurant.

In China, the trade in live cat meat is thriving. By some estimates, 10 000 cats are sold and eaten every day in one city alone - mainly served up as kebabs or in Chinese-style hotpot.

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The rest of that awesome article is here.

Spiting Cheeze

Amateur footage of Cheeze's mother.

Dog humor > cat anything

It's generally a good rule of thumb to ignore mass, forwarded emails from you mother when thinking of blog fodder, but this was particularly adorable.

Spring Collection, Part 1

If you purchase one badass, tough motherf*cking article of clothing this spring, that is guaranteed to get you laid, let it be a pair of these:




















"Simple and durable, these stonewashed seven-pocket cargo shorts are made from a lightweight denim that is perfect for spring."

Known in some circles as the "Gravity Accelerators," for the speed with which women's undergarments are dropped when brought in direct contact with these shorts, they are a must-have.

Honest to God, I have yet to not get laid whilst wearing these babies, whether it be at the locale watering hole, the gym, Subway, Blockbuster, etc. The list literally goes on and on. Oh yeah, there was that 3-way at the NASCAR race as well.

And for those with the means and testicular fortitude, might I suggest splurging on the matching visor seen below.

Music to listen to whilst you eat your ham sandwich at your cube, alone

Band of Horses - The Great Salt Lake

Doves - Snowden

Sleepwalking Fail

Maybe the best one ever.

Thanks to BennyMac

"This doesn't taste like Mommy's PB&J"

When I was 12, I was eagerly anticipating the onset of puberty. In retrospect, my eagerness could have been toned down a notch, given that I still had 7-8 long years ahead of me.

When David Fishman was 12, which is right now, he was quickly becoming one of the most popular food critics in Manhattan.

Sounds about right.

Ridiculous article here.