It seems pretty obvious that the bear was acting in self defense and may deserve some kind of award.
Yeah, I know, I know. This headline sounds like it came from The Onion. But it's actually inspired by a piece at The Onion’s informative music and entertainment website, the A.V. Club.
An A.V. Club writer has fact checked singer/songwriter Marc Cohn, most famous for the song “Walking in Memphis.” Here's what we learn:
"[Cohn] made the trek [to Memphis] in 1986 and did, in fact, go to Graceland, heard Al Green preach the gospel, and saw W.C. Handy’s statue. He even watched a little old lady named Muriel Wilkins play the piano, and then had a long chat with her after about life, love, and religion.
What he didn’t do, though, was see Elvis Presley’s ghost.”
Well, that settles that.
According to Cash, if it weren’t for the “good and strong” belt he was wearing, the ostrich would easily have killed him. The incident took place at the “House of Cash” in Hendersonville, Tennessee, which featured offices, a museum, a recording studio, a gift shop—and an enclosure for exotic animals, including ostriches. Cash’s return to heavy amphetamine use lasted until a 1983 incident in which Cash trashed a hotel room in Nottingham, U.K., landed him in the hospital.
Yeah, me too.
Clicking the above links you to an epic post from I Showered for Nothing, a blog dedicated to stories about bad dates of all kinds. It tells the sad, sad story of a boy, a girl, a Memphis moviegoing experience we can all relate to, some boob squeezing, and a strategically placed bag of Skittles.
Taste the rainbow:
We made small talk during the previews. You know, just the usual questions a guy asks a girl. He wanted to hear all about the size of my ex boyfriend’s penis and if I knew what “the shocker” was. He pulled out a bag of Skittles from some mysterious place and offered me some, but I declined so he placed the bag on his lap and leered, “If you want any, you can get them yourself.” I didn’t dare grab any though because he was sweeping my off my feet so fucking hard already that I just knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from grabbing his dick.
Now that's a sticky situation.
If you aren't following @midtownkrogers on Twitter then how will you know when the salad bar has fresh bacon bits? This parody account is a cease and desist order waiting to happen so get your @midtownkrogers tweets while supplies last.
So why not treat yourself and read the actual (and actually hilarious) legal filing. Turns out Sevier loves Apple products. A lot.
"It's a neighborhood secret in the same way that the Target on Colonial is a secret: you either know that it's there or you don't, and once you do, you don't look back."
Do secret big box chain stores carry 30 different kinds of Old Spice deodorant, including one that smells like ice, wind, and freedom?
Memphis is so fortunate to have a real honest-to-gosh superhero like CondomMan.
If I wasn't following this champion of truth, justice, and American Latex on Facebook, it's possible I might keep making this same mistake over and over again.
So, in case other people don't say it enough, thank you CondomMan. You're the greatest.
Oh, and while we're talking about sex and the social networks...
Bandz a make Miley Cyrus twerk. But then again, what doesn't?
It's because I want you to think and open your mind. Why, you may ask...