WOW Thread. I can't believe this actually happened.

[Wise Guy]

 

[Bigwillie]

BOISE — An Idaho biology teacher is facing possible disciplinary action after killing and skinning a rabbit in class to show students where their food comes from.
Nampa School District spokeswoman Allison Westfall says the teacher killed the rabbit in front of 16 students by snapping its neck on Nov. 6 at Columbia High School.
The rabbit was then skinned and cut up in front of the 10th graders.
Westfall says the demonstration isn’t part of the biology curriculum.
She says students who didn’t want to view the lesson were allowed to leave ahead of time.
The teacher’s name hasn’t been released.

https://blogs.seattletimes.com/today/2014/11/idaho-teacher-kills-skins-rabbit-in-front-of-class/

 

[IKilo]

 

[bobistheowl]

In November, 2000, I had all seven numbers for the Encore on a 6/49 ticket, but I didn't play Encore. If I had, the ticket would have won me $250,000.

It didn't bother me, because I never play the Encore, and especially not back then, when the cost of the ticket was the same as the cost of playing Encore; I always bought an extra ticket instead, when I had additional money to throw away.

What did bother me was when it was really hot in August several years later, and my wallet got all wet from ass sweat, and the ink on the ticket and the winning numbers print out smeared, and the two tickets sort of fused together, and became unreadable, so I no longer had the evidence to show people, when I told them this story, and they didn't believe me.

 

[papasmerf]

In November, 2000, I had all seven numbers for the Encore on a 6/49 ticket, but I didn't play Encore. If I had, the ticket would have won me $250,000.

It didn't bother me, because I never play the Encore, and especially not back then, when the cost of the ticket was the same as the cost of playing Encore; I always bought an extra ticket instead, when I had additional money to throw away.

What did bother me was when it was really hot in August several years later, and my wallet got all wet from ass sweat, and the ink on the ticket and the winning numbers print out smeared, and the two tickets sort of fused together, and became unreadable, so I no longer had the evidence to show people, when I told them this story, and they didn't believe me.

I believe it happens

 

[papasmerf]

 

[blackram]

How much do GoPro's weigh? Squirrels are strong enough to take them up a tree?

 

[SiNbaD]

 

[bobistheowl]

Marty on the Mountain

When I was a young teenager, I never had the opportunity to see the TV shows on ABC, unless they were picked up by the local CBC or CTV affiliates in Montreal. My dad was too cheap to get a TV antenna, he always said "We're going to get cable.", but he never meant it. We weren't poor, he was just cheap. There was always enough money for Scotch.

We got CBS and NBC shows, from Burlington, Vermont and "Plattburgh-North Pole-Burlington" respectively, but no ABC stations. The closest one had the same channel number as a local French station, and the ABC station just sort of made a ghost image over the other station, but they never had anything good on that station, so it didn't matter.

We got bad reception on the CBS and NBC stations in winter, and during bad weather, because someone had broken off one of the rabbit ears on top of the TV, and we had to flatten the end into a tip, and stick it into the hole where the rabbit ear had broken off, and hold it in place with a tooth pick. We wouldn't have even had the colour set, if one of my sisters hadn't won it in a raffle, and left it behind when she went off to college.

When I went to college, we got ABC shows from WMTW-8 in Poland Springs, Maine. They had a guy named Marty Engstrom on the local news, who did the weather report from a small studio on Mount Washington for thirty-eight years. I watched him about 10-11 years in, I'm guessing. The segment, every day about five before 6 PM, lasting about two minutes, was called Marty on the Mountain.

In those days, Marty looked like a cross between Stork in National Lampoon's Animal House and Gomer Pyle. He always wore one of those Colonel Sanders ties, with a short sleeved dress shirt. In those days, he had really crooked teeth, which he would show in a stupid looking Cheshire Cat grin at the end of his bit. He spoke in a very slow Maine accent that, combined with his appearance and clothing, made him appear to be mentally challenged, to college students getting their evenings started. I liked to catch him 2-3 times a week, during school months.

Everyone just naturally assumed that he was this lonely weatherman, cooped up in an 8x10 on top of a snowy mountain, and that's how he got like that. It was only recently that I found out he was just a reporter from the news channel, reading the weather.

I mentioned him on another International board, I think the Utne Cafe, about 15 years ago, and someone there was familiar with him. He doesn't have a page on Wikipedia, but someone whom I'll never get to thank in person taped his last ever appearance, sometime on/before 2006, and put it on YouTube.

This video is not a joke; he was beloved among the local community, and by stupefied students within the broadcast radius.



Direct Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNATQANryFc

Note that the video has 79 thumbs up, and 0 thumbs down.

 

[papasmerf]

Marty on the Mountain

When I was a young teenager, I never had the opportunity to see the TV shows on ABC, unless they were picked up by the local CBC or CTV affiliates in Montreal. My dad was too cheap to get a TV antenna, he always said "We're going to get cable.", but he never meant it. We weren't poor, he was just cheap. There was always enough money for Scotch.

We got CBS and NBC shows, from Burlington, Vermont and "Plattburgh-North Pole-Burlington" respectively, but no ABC stations. The closest one had the same channel number as a local French station, and the ABC station just sort of made a ghost image over the other station, but they never had anything good on that station, so it didn't matter.

We got bad reception on the CBS and NBC stations in winter, and during bad weather, because someone had broken off one of the rabbit ears on top of the TV, and we had to flatten the end into a tip, and stick it into the hole where the rabbit ear had broken off, and hold it in place with a tooth pick. We wouldn't have even had the colour set, if one of my sisters hadn't won it in a raffle, and left it behind when she went off to college.

When I went to college, we got ABC shows from WMTW-8 in Poland Springs, Maine. They had a guy named Marty Engstrom on the local news, who did the weather report from a small studio on Mount Washington for thirty-eight years. I watched him about 10-11 years in, I'm guessing. The segment, every day about five before 6 PM, lasting about two minutes, was called Marty on the Mountain.

In those days, Marty looked like a cross between Stork in National Lampoon's Animal House and Gomer Pyle. He always wore one of those Colonel Sanders ties, with a short sleeved dress shirt. In those days, he had really crooked teeth, which he would show in a stupid looking Cheshire Cat grin at the end of his bit. He spoke in a very slow Maine accent that, combined with his appearance and clothing, made him appear to be mentally challenged, to college students getting their evenings started. I liked to catch him 2-3 times a week, during school months.

Everyone just naturally assumed that he was this lonely weatherman, cooped up in an 8x10 on top of a snowy mountain, and that's how he got like that. It was only recently that I found out he was just a reporter from the news channel, reading the weather.

I mentioned him on another International board, I think the Utne Cafe, about 15 years ago, and someone there was familiar with him. He doesn't have a page on Wikipedia, but someone whom I'll never get to thank in person taped his last ever appearance, sometime on/before 2006, and put it on YouTube.

This video is not a joke; he was beloved among the local community, and by stupefied students within the broadcast radius.



Direct Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNATQANryFc

Note that the video has 79 thumbs up, and 0 thumbs down.

Nice find

 

[bobistheowl]

Nice find

Everything I ever post in the The Wow Thread. I can't believe this actually happened thread is always 100% true.

 

[papasmerf]

Everything I ever post in the The Wow Thread. I can't believe this actually happened thread is always 100% true.

as is the nature of the thread

 

[bobistheowl]

as is the nature of the thread

I cannot personally vouch for any of the posts, other than my own.

 

[papasmerf]

I cannot personally vouch for any of the posts, other than my own.

thus the I can not believe nature of the thread

 

[bobistheowl]

People who speak French as their primary language, and are trying to learn English, have a lot of difficulty pronouncing the word "owl".

I tried to coach a co-worker once, with little success. We were both working in a magazine distribution warehouse, and Owl is the name of a magazine for young children. The guy kept saying it as "Ool", "Eww-WELL", "a-WOOL", and similar. I don't think he ever got it right.

 

[Transient]

Th pronunciation is difficult too. The closest thing is the f sound.

 

[bobistheowl]

I remember the first joke I ever told.

I was three, and I had a bad cold, with significant nasal congestion. I put a finger against one of my nostrils, and blew all of the snot out of the other one, just like a football player. It was very viscous, and this tentacle of snot is hanging out of my nose about eight inches long, and I said "Look, mom, I'm an elephant!".

 

[bobistheowl]

During my first two years in college, students and teachers were allowed to smoke cigarettes in almost any class; there were exceptions, for things like phys ed classes.

I had a night class, Astronomy, from 7-10 PM on Wednesdays. In the first class, the professor said "Don't smoke dope in class, unless you have enough for everybody.".

He was just kidding, but it was not uncommon for one or another student to arrive for the class with a case of 2-4, and hand a beer to each of the students, and to the teacher. The generous one got to drink the rest, if they wanted to, because there were less than 23 students enrolled in the course, and attendance was usually in the 50% - 75% range, for any given lecture.

 

[Louis XIV]

During my first two years in college, students and teachers were allowed to smoke cigarettes in almost any class; there were exceptions, for things like phys ed classes.

I had a night class, Astronomy, from 7-10 PM on Wednesdays. In the first class, the professor said "Don't smoke dope in class, unless you have enough for everybody.".

He was just kidding, but it was not uncommon for one or another student to arrive for the class with a case of 2-4, and hand a beer to each of the students, and to the teacher. The generous one got to drink the rest, if they wanted to, because there were less than 23 students enrolled in the course, and attendance was usually in the 50% - 75% range, for any given lecture.

You must have gone to one of those Amish Colleges for Professional Sissies! In my college (Folsom College for the Criminally Adept) every inmate and guard, er, I mean 'student and professor', was EXPECTED to chain smoke cuban cigars dipped in cat pee during EVERY class, or risk expulsion; there few exceptions...even the girls would have a butt dangling out of the corner of their mouths, with a spare wedged behind their ear, as they swam laps in the pool, or ran their daily miles on the track. Some girls preferred a pipe, but found them hard to keep lit while diving.

We also had an Asstronomy class, held every day in the showers. The good students were considered the ones who could explore the black holes and spacial voids of someone else's heavenly body without suffering a personal physical injury or losing the communal bar of soap somewhere in inner space.

Then we'd all adjourn to the hallowed halls of the student lounge to enjoy some homemade white lightning, brewed with love and patience inside the decaying canvas of some allumni's old Converse high top basketball shoe. Strained through each, a rank sweatsock, a musty pair of skidmarked tighty whities, and a mouldy jockstrap (y'know, for that artificial aging taste rich people pay extra for!)

Ah, those were the days....

 

[bobistheowl]

...even the girls would have a butt dangling out of the corner of their mouths, with a spare wedged behind their ear...

Our girls often had a mouth dangling out of the corner of their butts, with a spare wedged behind their ear.

That part wasn't true.