This is how I blog. In fact, c'est moi.
I mean, if I had the money? And a hole where my sink should be? I would totally install this bitchin' ammonite number, maybe commission a toilet to match, though let's not get started on what toothpaste would do to the finish, much less something other. And things like this? Make me giggle. Was that intentional, you think? Or simply a joke told by the setting sun? He's a funny one, that fiery orb.
These guys. Truth be told I cannot name one Motorhead song. I despise rugby shirts and suspect the guy on the left would pronounce my name SusAHHnah no matter how many times I corrected him. Still, they look like a fun bunch, don't they? I would totally hang out with them. But this? This blurb from News of the Weird?
A male Swedish college student, Ragnar Bengtsson, 26, has begun pumping his breasts at three-hour intervals in a 90-day experiment to see if he can produce milk. If he succeeds, he said, it could prove “very important for men’s ability to get much closer to their children at an early stage.”
A professor of endocrinology told the daily Aftonbladet that male lactation without hormone treatment might produce “a drop or two,” but suggested that men instead consider offering their breasts to babies as a matter of comfort and warmth, rather than as food.
Bengtsson, who will report regularly on his progress via Stockholm’s TV8 channel and the station’s Web site, acknowledged that his timetable would sometimes require that he pump during classes.
Happy Hump Day, people.