Benny Bahootie Lives!

Hat tip to Devon: an article proving that Benny Bahootie exists! (Except: WTF is he doing in Baltimore?)

Okay, many of you are probably scratching your heads. Who is this Bahootie chap, you ask? Well, back in the glory days of high school, Flog and I (okay, just Flog) invented the myth of Benny Bahootie. You see, Benny Bahootie is this guy who goes around Portland stealing lampposts. He then sells these lampposts back to the city for a profit. Now, the only way you can find Benny Bahootie is to find Dr. Isisisisisisisisisisisisis. This is tricky because his name changes depending on how happy you are. If you're having a crappy day, for example, he's just Dr. Is but if you're pleased as punch then he's Dr. Isisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisis... Now, the only way to find Dr. Isisisisisisisisisisisisis is to go to the small park adjacent to the Hillsdale Branch library, remove the stone plate above the picnic table, go down the hole and talk to the three-headed racoon. I think that about covers the myth of Bahootie. Flog, if I've missed anything, let me know.

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Why Tennis Players Shouldn't Be Photgraphed When Playing

In the terrifying world of photography we have convincing evidence of why nobody should ever photograph tennis players while they're playing. Actually, this goes for some other sports as well. Anyway, the exhibits please.

Hmmm ... Maria may have caused her fellow Russians to become envious and angry about her modeling contracts but here she kind of looks like a zombie working for Cho'Nammath.

Granny panties aside ... doesn't it look like she's about to take a dump?

Wait a second ... that's not Lisa Raymond. It's Paul Simon!