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hahaha this is the funniest thing I've read in such a long time.. but reading through the comments and such, it seems like the people in the mock_the_stupid community are well... Stupid..
http://www.livejournal.com/community/mock_the_stupid/1028460.html
edit: hahaha this is too great. I love the community.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/mock_the_stupid/1025405.html
Chemical reaction stupidity
Several years ago, my Mother was in Denver attending the funeral of her older brother. After the funeral, the family was going to gather at the widow's house, so my Mom, my Dad and my Aunt (not the widow, another sister of the deceased) all pile in our car and head onto the expressway on their trip to the house. About 5 minutes into the trip, my Aunt starts to complain that she's feeling nauseous. She was fighting the flu and the stress from the funeral had really wiped her out - now she was feeling like she was going to puke. My Dad starts scanning the expressway for an exit, and my Mom says "Oh, honey, hold on....I'll grab the can."
Now for the reference. "The Can" refers to an empty Folgers coffee can that my mother (who had a slight incontinence problem) kept in the car for "emergencies". Inside the can was about a half a cup of baking soda, used to "keep down" the odor.
So Mom (who is sitting next to my Aunt) reaches down and opens the can, shoving it under my now barfing Aunt. Aunt Judy stuffs her face in the can and retches loudly.
Do you know what happens when stomach acid hits baking soda? PUKE FROTH!!! It begins bubbling and frothing out over the can, all over my Aunt, all over my Mom, all over the car. My Aunt is freaking, my Mom is shrieking, and my Dad is crossing multiple lanes of traffic at a high rate of speed, desperate to get off the road. He finally pulls off into the parking lot of a rather upscale shopping mall and stops. My Mom leaps out of the car, holding the filthy can, and tosses the whole thing into the nearest trash can. Just as she completes the act, she hears a wail from my Aunt, who is attempting to exit the car. "Betty!" she shrieks. "My teeth!!!" Sure enough, she had barfed her false teeth into the can, which was now in the trash. So there stand my Mom and my Aunt, in the bright sunshine outside of Neimann Marcus, digging in the trash. Teeth get recovered, they head inside to the pristine bathroom to clean up.
Mom said she's never been stared at so hard in her life, but didn't figure she could explain without getting locked up somewhere.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/mock_the_stupid/1028460.html
edit: hahaha this is too great. I love the community.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/mock_the_stupid/1025405.html
Chemical reaction stupidity
Several years ago, my Mother was in Denver attending the funeral of her older brother. After the funeral, the family was going to gather at the widow's house, so my Mom, my Dad and my Aunt (not the widow, another sister of the deceased) all pile in our car and head onto the expressway on their trip to the house. About 5 minutes into the trip, my Aunt starts to complain that she's feeling nauseous. She was fighting the flu and the stress from the funeral had really wiped her out - now she was feeling like she was going to puke. My Dad starts scanning the expressway for an exit, and my Mom says "Oh, honey, hold on....I'll grab the can."
Now for the reference. "The Can" refers to an empty Folgers coffee can that my mother (who had a slight incontinence problem) kept in the car for "emergencies". Inside the can was about a half a cup of baking soda, used to "keep down" the odor.
So Mom (who is sitting next to my Aunt) reaches down and opens the can, shoving it under my now barfing Aunt. Aunt Judy stuffs her face in the can and retches loudly.
Do you know what happens when stomach acid hits baking soda? PUKE FROTH!!! It begins bubbling and frothing out over the can, all over my Aunt, all over my Mom, all over the car. My Aunt is freaking, my Mom is shrieking, and my Dad is crossing multiple lanes of traffic at a high rate of speed, desperate to get off the road. He finally pulls off into the parking lot of a rather upscale shopping mall and stops. My Mom leaps out of the car, holding the filthy can, and tosses the whole thing into the nearest trash can. Just as she completes the act, she hears a wail from my Aunt, who is attempting to exit the car. "Betty!" she shrieks. "My teeth!!!" Sure enough, she had barfed her false teeth into the can, which was now in the trash. So there stand my Mom and my Aunt, in the bright sunshine outside of Neimann Marcus, digging in the trash. Teeth get recovered, they head inside to the pristine bathroom to clean up.
Mom said she's never been stared at so hard in her life, but didn't figure she could explain without getting locked up somewhere.