The Daily Dumb 2-13-2012

Good enough never is.

First of all, let’s get this shit out of the way.
Great use of gyroscopic technology.
Typical Norwegian sunday afternoon.
I hope he wanted shots of the driveshaft.
Did you get all that?
This is what a clean floor will get you.
3rd world amusement park.
Hacking traffic.
Santorum’s got your back ladies.
A canine lesson in traction.
You can’t keep a good man down.
6 insane but convincing theories on children’s pop culture.
FUCK this.
Br00tal donkey vocals.
Ferrel having fun with the Bulls.
how to give your dog a heart attack.
Bear vs Wolf. Vicious fight.
The gauntlet.
Being 12 is tough.
It was boring and lame 55 years ago too.
Homemade action blockbuster.
That’s one frosty pussy.
Yeah, when did that happen?
Faceplant extreme.
Pull over dumbass.
Tumbling fool.
That’s a lot of spinning.
6 real planets that put science fiction to shame.
Daughter learns a lesson. Awesome.
The flip side.
Well played sirs.
Don’t get in his face.
Another rescue dog.
Two dogs viciously attack reporters.
Ever wish you could make your balls sweat profusely whenever you want? NOW YOU CAN.
Pediatric country shredfest!
Jeremy’s long lost black brother.
Get that duck Elmer!
Fun for the whole family.
This looks completely unsafe. I’m calling next.
Everyone gets caught.
He’s sexy and he knows it.
The truth about rhinos.
Bow and tremble to your insect overlords.
This is a trip.
Awesome stove for camping.
What kind of idiot agrees to this?
Holy shit. Unrivaled stupidity.
Someone tell her that gullible isn’t in the dictionary while they’re at it.
Duck hunt 2.
Set the world afire!
That’s pretty scary considering how mean those things can be.
End result is definitely cool.
Goddamn space cats.
Wait your turn moron.
5 real places plucked straight out of fairy tales.
Life inside the Cage. Years ago, while lying in my hammock and drinking JD from the bottle, I noticed my dog dragging something under the fence. Upon inspection, to my dismay, I realized it was the next door neighbors’ 10-year-old daughter’s rabbit. For years I had watched her come home from school and head straight out to its cage, free it and play with it in the yard. I knew today would be no different and fearing for our dog, I had to think fast. The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put up quite a struggle, so I washed it off with the hose, combed it with the dog brush and blew it dry with the leaf blower. When I finished grooming it, I jumped over the fence and placed it back in its cage, hoping its death would be written off as “natural causes.” I went back to the hammock and JD. Within the hour, the neighbor’s Volvo pulled in the driveway and out popped the little girl, and as usual she headed straight for the cage. Only this time she stopped about six feet away and screamed, “Daddy!” Her father, panic-stricken, stood looking at the cage. Being he good neighbor that I am, I rushed to the fence and asked if there was anything I could do. Her father, less than calmly blurted, “What kind of sick individual would dig up a little girl’s dead rabbit that she just buried and put it back in its cage?”