In defense of hitting the sauce:
Exhibit A: The invention of the rocket sled.
Inspired by the effects of alcohol, a resourceful Michigan man took a page from the Wile-E-Coyote playbook: he made his own Acme Rocket Sled. Deciding that gravity did not provide sufficient propulsion for his toboggan, he fabricated a homemade rocket, and strapped it to his back. To the surprise of everyone present, things ended badly.
Exhibit B: Maximization of a taxi’s carrying capacity.
In South Africa, a normal minibus taxi can only carry 16 passengers. But since you’re heading there anyway, why not cram another 33 kids on board? That’s the kind of thinking getting drunk before breakfast is good for.
Exhibit C: The inspiration of literary masterworks.
Kerouac. Hemingway. Fitzgerald. What would the state of English literature be without varying degrees of near-fatal alcoholism?
Hosting a fight club is too good to be resigned only to fiction, so good in fact, it’s sweeping the continent. Two school teachers in Queens let fourth graders resolve their differences the old fashioned way: bloodsport. But the deadly arts aren’t just for children; apparently Wall Street bankers are taking out their self-loathing on each other.
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We all owe her an apology. The woman responsible for “that’s what she said” (NSFW):
The Tesla Roadster has united motor-heads, speed freaks, and environmentalists with it’s awesome power to accelerate, and maybe even change the world. But does it live up to the hype? Check out the first British test drive.
Photographers exploring the creative possibilities of shooting woman who are both topless and SFW have come to the same solution: use hands to cover up the naughty bits. The censors are happy, the viewers are happy, and everyone wins.
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