Here's a curious one.
In case you can't read the slightly blurry image, it's suggested that
'to get rid of stubborn veruccas, wrap duct tape over them, changing every day for two weeks'.
Helpfully illustrated by a pair of feet with tape wrapped round them. A verucca is of course a wart on the foot. So one wonders whether the writer has similar tips for removing genital warts? Maybe some masking tape around the bellend?
…though, to paraphrase Diry Harry, if he's chasing you down the street with a butcher's knife and a hard on, he's probably a rapist.
Brrrr. Sends shivers right down my spine this one. I mean, there you are, crossing the road on a bright sunny day, and the LAST thing you'd expect is to see an EXACT 'SHADOWY' REPLICA following along, step-by-step, move-by-move. What explanation can there be for this 'mysterious' phenomenon?
Still, it could worse, it doesn't happen all the time. No, apparently it doesn't appear at night, or on a cloudy day. Or in the shade. Or anywhere where there isn't a huge ball of flame burning brightly, directly at you, without obstruction, in the sky.
Spooky.
Next in our long line of 'No it didn't' comes this beauty sent in by JL:
I'd love this to have been her excuse to a particularly simple husband when she came back from a 'holiday with the girls'. "What this whole swollen stomach thing? I shagged someone? HOW DARE YOU? I'm pretty sure it was a mosquito."
So don't forget ladies, as well as taking the normal preventative steps in order to avoid getting pregnant, it's also worthwhile sleeping in a mosquito net. Just in case.
It's the UK's shock epidemic apparently. I hope you've all stocked up on your anti-incest tablets, and are wearing those masks that you can buy which prevent you from breathing in the airborne parent-fucking germs.
Long term readers will already be aware of previous incidents of this 'epidemic' here, and here.
Thanks to AD for this one.