The Daily Dumb 5-3-2010

6 true stories about Disneyland they don’t want you to know, boobs butt or shoulder, Rubikcubism, and much much more.

Sticky outfit.
The fact that children don’t have filters is what makes them so great.
Traction loss can be a real motherfucker.
Unless you’re in the NBA, don’t try this move.
Shitty snack.
Structural fail.
Can’t control your ass? Check this out.
Party at the gym.
A little high five etiquette.
Cletes and testicles: A match made in hell.
Chat roulette speed painting.
Crab will have his revenge!
Graceful way down the stairs.
Great promo for the MTV movie awards.
I love a good animated gif.
Open mouth, insert foot.
Japanese TV fucking WINS!
Indecision is remedied.
The origin of the “shreds” videos.
10 most controversial moments on south park.
For the people who don’t know why ICP are tards, click here.
He’s 3, and he’s coming for your homerun record.
Sexy times.
Conan pulls the lever… and bad shit happens.
Husband’s revenge.
Can’t shake this feeling.
… and the walls go tumbling down.
Caught red handed.
Unintentional porn.
They need real jobs.
This shit’s probably annoying when you’re just trying to get a drink.
Cat saves another cat.
Fuck, look at that haircut!
Pretty damn sneaky.
Boobs, butt, or shoulder?
Loaded up on a bit too much coke from his homeland beforehand?
6 true stories about Disneyland they don’t want you to know.
Obama attends the white house maintenance staff annual dinner. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back country. As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost; and, being a typical man, I didn’t ask for directions. I finally arrived, an hour late, and saw the funeral director was already gone, and the hearse was nowhere insight. There were only the diggers and crew left, and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down. The vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man. And as I played Amazing Grace, the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothin’ like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years!