Imagine you’re in a dimly lit bar. Imagine you are approached by a woman, who offers you sex in exchange for money.

At this point, being the morning coffee and all, you’re probably imagining how things might go wrong from here. And while there are oh-so-many ways for things to turn bad, I’m guessing that you aren’t suspecting that the hooker in question is actually a donkey in a wig.

That is, however, something that this guy should have considered:

“Your worship, I only came to know that I was being intimate with a donkey when I got arrested,” he began.

“I had hired a prostitute and paid US$20 for the service at Down Town night club and I don’t know how she then became a donkey.”
- New Zimbabwe

Photo found at Don’t ever look back. Origin unknown.
Webcomic is Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal.

Lady squids are weird.

It seems that they coat their eggs in a rage-inducing chemical agent that turns male squid into D&D-style Berserker Dire Squids.

(There are totally going to be Berserker Dire Squids in my next D&D game.)

Hilariously, the Christian Science Monitor article about the same thing suggests that human semen could have similar effects. If true, your local pornographic film set just became much more dangerous.

Image is by Solongo Mellecker, found via My Modern Metropolis.
Webcomic is Married to the Sea, by Drew and Natalie.

Approximately four years ago, I arrived in London for the first time. And while I didn’t have a job, that was not something I was unhappy about — I could get by on my savings for several months and London is a wonderful place.

So each day, rather than spend the whole day searching for a job I would make sure to spend part of the day exploring the city. Find new places, wander around different areas. For the most part, I went camera-less — and as I had not yet picked up the photography bug, it was something that I rarely regretted.

One day, when I was wandering around Soho, I walked past a door with a funny sign. I’ve always wanted to go back and take a picture of it, but whenever it occurs to me I just have not been able to find it.

So thank you, Internet, for bringing the photo to me.

(Found at Black and WTF)

A famous (and now dead) prostitute in Germany has had her gravestone rejected for being too slutty. The Big Bad Blog was previously unaware of both the existence of slutty gravestones and anti-slut graveyard standards.

In news-you-just-could-not-make-up: The New York Mets, a professional baseball team, were disturbed at their hotel last night by furries running amok.

My friend, known as “TJ”, experiences extreme hat difficulties. Apparently Biltmore’s promised high level of customer service does not apply to those with exceptionally large heads.