Sunday, October 26, 2008



I have no words.

Oh, wait, I have one word: sharks.

Oh, and what if the Grateful Dead aren't playing near an ocean when it's time for the birthing experience?

6 comments:

Vinogirl said...

Where are Child Protective Services when you need them? And a good pair of hair clippers?

Rocket Girl said...

Hahahaha. I saw this episode of Penn & Teller's show. The nut job that is touting the dolphin's birthing services hasn't actually had a client/numbnut follow through with a "dolphin assisted birth."


Who ever coined the quip "chlorine in the gene pool" was totally inspired by such fools.

Mushy said...

What a couple of idiots! Go smoke some more dope you dreadlock lettuce eaters!

Christina LMT said...

Yeah, the DAD doesn't agree with the "hospital birthing experience". I'd like to see him try to pass a watermelon through his dick. He'd be at the hospital so fast, he'd leave his dreadlocks behind.

Xavier said...

Natural Selection at work

DirtCrashr said...

Oh great, here I am finally getting out of the uterine straightjacket and being born, and the first thing I get is a mouthful of stinky, whale-pee seawater.
"The dolphins may be able to correct some of those complications..." WTF?