I was trying to think of a theme for this week to go with a rather disturbing article I found. Then, today, a conversation came up at work that just sort of solidified, so to speak, the topic.
So, I’ll start you off with a video that I absolutely love, especially when someone makes me angry.
Anyone else remember using phrases like “Up your nose with a rubber hose!” as a kid? Vague memories of Welcome Back, Kotter from when I was VERY young will age me still. What’s funny is that Adam and I were talking about that show the other day while standing in line at the pharmacy. He shouldn’t be old enough to remember.
But the article in question? Okay, I’m warning you, it’s gruesome. And no, it’s not from Florida this time, though the web site where I found it features quite a few “let’s laugh at Florida” articles. Nope, this one is from Casper, WY.
Yes. You read that correctly. Go click on the link. You know you’re dying to find out what?! WHY?! I’m going to give you a spoiler alert – they weren’t human eyeballs. And he had a special use for them that will disturb you on many levels.
Okay, I’ll just say it. He LIKES TO EAT BOVINE EYEBALLS, and the slaughterhouse where he works just throws them away, but won’t let him take them home to eat them, so he shoves them in his anal cavity and sneaks them out so he can take them home and cook them. I wonder if he’d like a side of stewed rat with his eyeballs?
So, somehow this came up in a conversation with a coworker today. She brought up a movie, Maria Full of Grace, which I will admit I have never watched. Somehow, that made me think of one I HAVE watched. The entire disturbing thing.
It’s a cult classic, not for the feint of heart:
Yes, I’ve watched the whole entire thing.
And while we’re on the topic of disturbing Indie movies, here’s another one for you:
If this is all too much, I don’t care. I read the end of Allegiant last night, so as far as I’m concerned, everyone can be depressed right along with me. Seriously, though – read it, it’s good, but it had a “better keep your box of Kleenex on hand because you’ll sob like a baby” ending.
Back to the weird, now. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To find links to very weird stuff?
So how about a weird job? I’m not sure if this one is still available, but you can always give it a go… Did you know you can make money selling your own excrement? There are certain requirements that must be met, before you get all excited. But perhaps, when the Casper, Wyoming guy gets fired from the slaughterhouse, he may be able to move to Massachusetts and sell his crap, once his system is cleared of eyeballs.
Anna: So, what do you do for a living?
Jim: Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I sell shit…
And with that, I’m out of here.