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I’m talking to you college seniors now, who are about to graduate and are looking around for that all-important first job. Two words for you: snake handling.
I know, you’re saying, “Bob, that sounds really hard, and I’d probably have to work weekends!” But believe me, people look at you differently when you wear that blue shirt and your business card has the word rattlesnake on it.
Just ask the guy in this picture. Well, maybe don’t ask him, because he has a bunch of snakes dangling from his mouth. But talk to your career counsellor today and ask for information about this lucrative and respected profession.
Snake handlers Terry Tippit and Britt Stevens watch as Jack Bibby dangles rattlesnakes from his mouth at the Taylor Rattlesnake Sacking Championships in Taylor, Texas March 31, 2007. REUTERS/Jessica Rinaldi
The Odd Blog Quote of the Month has been chosen, but first, a little background.
On Saturday, sex workers in Amsterdam offered a free look at the city’s famed red-light district. Wide-eyed gawkers got to pose for pictures and snoop behind the scenes. Organizers planned the event to help combat what they considered “bad publicity.”
So anyway, an erotic dancer named Love, shown here, was on hand at the Banana Bar to pose for photographs in a fluorescent negligee, and here’s what she said about the event: It is especially interesting for women. If they learn what we do here they will realize it is not a big deal if their husbands or boyfriends want to come here.
I love this photo. Hey you! London Fashion Week is in full swing, and I need you to run out for doughnuts for all the models. Let’s see, there are more than a hundred models here, so four doughnuts should be fine…
I mean, who are we kidding? One plain cake doughnut would probably feed them all, with plenty left over. Yesterday we had a file photo of models picking up slices of pizza, and they looked like they had never seen such a thing before. Do you know how long this same plate of doughnuts would last here in the Oddly Enough office? Forget about it.
Even if you’re tired of endless surveys, this one is worth a look. According to a new one in South Korea, gangsters get more satisfaction from their line of work than the police do.
Oh, and did I mention that the gangsters who were surveyed were in JAIL?
That’s right. The guys sitting in prison were happier than the guys who put them there. It turns out, 79.3 percent of gangsters said they were somewhat or very satisfied with their life in organized crime, compared with about 65 percent of police.
Dear Blog Guy,
Sometimes I have second thoughts about my career. How can I tell if I’m spending my life doing what’s right for me?
Well, Hard Worker, these are very personal choices, but I have one rule of thumb I apply. Look around your work station. If you see a large tub of gunpowder and tools for pounding and tamping, you may have made a bad career choice at some point. I hope this helps.
Who could have guessed that the next big trend would be nun-matador bars? But here they are, wildly successful – at least, you know, in cities that have both nuns and matadors. Of course, you may have different ideas about what’s going on in this photo. Try your hand at a clever caption, and send it our way via Post a Comment.
You come here often? Nuns talk to Spanish assistant bullfighters before the start of a bullfight at Pamplona’s bullring on the last day of the San Fermin festival July 14, 2006. REUTERS/Susana Vera
It turns out live sex shows of bulls mounting a simulated cow have become a big attraction at an agricultural exhibition in New Zealand. The fake ‘cow’ — a small go-kart with natural cowhide on its roof — was developed to collect semen from bulls. .
But here’s the thing. The go-kart is driven by a human operator, and that just doesn’t sound like such a great job, especially when you have to print up business cards that say “Semen-collecting fake cow driver.” And then there are those awkward moments at dinner parties, when the person next to you asks, “So, what do you do?”
So it turns out, back when there were hangmen, not just anybody could qualify to be one. Who knew?
In records just made public in Britain, we learn that applicants for the job were rejected for lots of reasons. One was considered too morbid – no sense giving the job to somebody who’s going to enjoy it. Another couldn’t qualify to hang people because of loose morals.