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Offline JasonXtreme

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    Markus hat seit Wochen auf die 16jährige Andrea hingearbeitet, bis er sie endlich auf seiner Bude hat. Er zieht die Hose aus und fragt sie:
    Weißt du was das ist?
    - Ja, das ist ein Pipimann!
    - Hör zu, Andrea, ab sofort wollen wir das einen Schwanz nennen.
    Also, was ist das?
    - Hör mal Markus, ich habe schon viele Schwänze gesehen, aber das hier ist ein Pipimann!
    Einmal dachte ich ich hätte unrecht... aber ich hatte mich geirrt.


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    Offline Stubs

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      Du stehst doch außer Konkurrenz.  8)

      Gruß,
      Havoc.

      Sooooooooo????? *misstrauischdieaugenzusammenkneif*
      Liebe Fee! Ich wünsche mir ein dickes Bankkonto und eine schlanke Figur. Aber bitte, bitte ... vertu dich nicht schon wieder!



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        No Risk, no Fun  :biggrin:
        “When I ride my bike I feel free and happy and strong.  I’m liberated from the usual nonsense of day to day life.  Solid, dependable, silent, my bike is my horse, my fighter jet, my island, my friend.  Together we will conquer that hill and thereafter the world”



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          Oh Mann, wie dämlich kann man denn sein
          Einmal dachte ich ich hätte unrecht... aber ich hatte mich geirrt.


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            Das ist doch mit Sicherheit fürs Bild gefaked und gar nicht angeschlossen :D
            Da würde allein schon durch den Mantel der Dosenleiste Wasser durchkommen, und dann... *zapp* :D


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              Verhaltensforschung:
              Worüber Männer und worüber Frauen lachen:
              http://www.spiegel.de/spiegel/0,1518,527056,00.html

              Gruß,
              Havoc.
              Teil 2:
              Die besten Witze der Spiegel Leser(innen)
              http://www.spiegel.de/panorama/0,1518,527683,00.html

              Gruß,
              Havoc.
              “When I ride my bike I feel free and happy and strong.  I’m liberated from the usual nonsense of day to day life.  Solid, dependable, silent, my bike is my horse, my fighter jet, my island, my friend.  Together we will conquer that hill and thereafter the world”


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                Ein junges Paar erschien im Krankenhaus, da die Geburt des ersten Kindes unmittelbar bevorstand. Der Gynäkologe hatte einige Zeit als Arzt in Afrika verbracht und dort von einem Medizinmann eine Beschwörungstechnik erlernt, bei welcher ein Teil der Wehenschmerzen auf den Vater übertragen werden konnte.

                Das Paar war einverstanden, es auszuprobieren. Daraufhin übertrug der Arzt etwa 20 Prozent der Schmerzen auf den Vater. Der Ehemann ertrug es ohne Probleme.

                Der Arzt prüfte den Blutdruck des Mannes und war erstaunt, wie gut es ihm ging. Daraufhin beschlossen sie, auf 50 Prozent zu gehen. Der Ehemann fühlte sich immer noch recht gut. Da es seiner Frau beträchtlich zu helfen schien, ermutigte er den Arzt, alle Schmerzen auf ihn zu übertragen.

                Die Frau brachte ein gesundes Baby ohne Schmerzen zur Welt. Sie und ihr Mann waren begeistert. Als sie nach Hause kamen ...

                ... lag der Briefträger tot auf der Veranda.





                Frau Müller will sich einen Papagei kaufen und geht in die Tierhandlung. Sie entdeckt auch sofort ein Sonderangebot: "Papagei - nur 10 Euro!" Verwundert fragt sie den Händler, warum der prächtige Papagei so günstig sei. Der Tierhändler antwortet: "Also, die Sache ist so: Der Papagei hat vorher in einem Freudenhaus gelebt und ab und zu redet er ziemlich vulgäres Zeug."

                Frau Müller lässt sich die Sache durch den Kopf gehen und entscheidet sich schließlich, den Vogel doch zu kaufen. Zu Hause angekommen hängt sie den Käfig mit dem Papagei im Wohnzimmer auf.

                Der Papagei schaut sich um und krächzt: "Neues Puff, neues Puffmama." Frau Müller ist zuerst geschockt, beschließt dann aber die Sache nicht so ernst zu nehmen. Als die beiden Töchter von der Schule nach Hause kommen, krächzt der Papagei wieder: "Neues Puff, neues Puffmama, neue Nutten." Die Mutter und die beiden Töchter sind anfangs etwas beleidigt, beschließen dann aber schnell, die Sache nicht ernst zu nehmen.

                Einen Augenblick später kommt der Familienvater nach Hause. Der Vogel sieht ihn und krächzt: "Hallo Bernd!"



                Die beiden sind gut, zumindest unter den Frauenwitzen sind das die besten :D


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                  Eigentlich wollte ich ja nicht mehr, aber ... nachdem Bloody hier die "besten" *naja* Frauenwitze postet:

                  Der Freund ist das erste mal bei den Eltern seiner Freundin.
                  Nach dem Essen verspürt er den unausweichlichen Drang zum... Furzen.
                  Leise aber hörbar lässt er dann einen fahren.
                  Darauf sagt der Vater zum Hund unterm Tisch: "Hasso!"
                  "Puh", denkt der Mann "der Alte denkt, dass es der Hund war", und lässt prompt noch einen fahren.
                  "Hasso!" ruft wieder der Vater.
                  Darauf folgt noch einer, aber ein verdammt lauter.
                  "Hasso!", sagt der Vater, "Geh weg, bevor der Typ dir noch auf den Kopf scheisst!"
                  Liebe Fee! Ich wünsche mir ein dickes Bankkonto und eine schlanke Figur. Aber bitte, bitte ... vertu dich nicht schon wieder!


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                    :uglylol2: :uglylol2: :uglylol2: :uglylol2: :uglylol2:

                    Der ist genial, aber sowas von! :D


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                      ich weiß den hatten wir schon aber der gehört zu meinen absoluten Favoriten

                      Ein 15jähriger Junge fragt seinen Papa, ob er am Abend auf einer
                      Party Alkohol trinken darf. Sein Vater erlaubt es ihm, sagt aber er soll nicht zu weit gehen.

                      Am nächsten Tag, als der Junge wach wird, hat er überall blaue
                      Flecken und wundert sich, da er sich an nichts mehr erinnern
                      kann.

                      Er fragt seinen Papa: "Hast Du mich heute Nacht etwa noch
                      verprügelt?"

                      Der Papa:" Sohn! Wenn Du morgens um halb vier Sturm klingelst,
                      dann ist das ok.

                      Wenn Du dann ins Badezimmer rennst und in die Badewanne kotzt,
                      ist das auch ok.

                      Wenn Du mich als Zuhälter beschimpfst, ist das auch noch ok.

                      Wenn Du zu Deiner Mutter Schlampe sagst, na ja, dann lass ich das
                      noch durchgehen.

                      ABER wenn Du dann noch ins Wohnzimmer gehst, auf den Teppich
                      scheißt, Salzstangen reinsteckst und zu mir sagst 'ALTER, DER
                      IGEL WOHNT JETZT HIER' das geht zu weit!!
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                      Offline Stubs

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                        ich weiß den hatten wir schon aber der gehört zu meinen absoluten Favoriten ...


                        Hab ich gerade adoptiert! Den Witz, nicht den Sohn!
                        Liebe Fee! Ich wünsche mir ein dickes Bankkonto und eine schlanke Figur. Aber bitte, bitte ... vertu dich nicht schon wieder!


                        Offline Stubs

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                          George W. Bush fährt mit seinem Chauffeur übers Land. Plötzlich wird ein Huhn überfahren. Wer soll es dem Bauern beibringen?
                          Bush großmütig zu seinem Chauffeur: "Lassen Sie mich mal machen. Ich bin der mächtigste Mann der Welt. Der Bauer wird das verstehen."
                          Gesagt, getan. Nach einer Minute kommt Bush atemlos zurückgehetzt: Blaues Auge, Oberkiefer lädiert, den Hintern reibend. "Schnell weg hier!"
                          Die beiden fahren weiter.
                          Plötzlich wird ein Schwein überfahren. Bush schaut ängstlich zum Chauffeur: "Jetzt gehen aber Sie!"
                          Der Chauffeur geht zum Bauernhof. Bush wartet 10 Minuten, 20 Minuten, ... Nach einer Stunde erscheint der Chauffeur singend, freudestrahlend, die Taschen voller Geld und einen dicken Schinken unter dem Arm.
                          Fragt ihn Bush: "Was haben Sie dem Bauern denn gesagt?"
                          "Guten Tag. Ich bin der Fahrer von George W. Bush. Das Schwein ist tot!"
                          Liebe Fee! Ich wünsche mir ein dickes Bankkonto und eine schlanke Figur. Aber bitte, bitte ... vertu dich nicht schon wieder!


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                            Und Vorsicht...


                            ...das Nächste ist echt ziemlich fies...

























                            ...wirklich...........


























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                            Offline Havoc

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                               :uglylol2:   :uglylol2:  :uglylol2:

                              *Bruhahahaha* *hust**hust*.... darüber lacht man doch nicht.......  :D

                              “When I ride my bike I feel free and happy and strong.  I’m liberated from the usual nonsense of day to day life.  Solid, dependable, silent, my bike is my horse, my fighter jet, my island, my friend.  Together we will conquer that hill and thereafter the world”


                              Offline JasonXtreme

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                                MUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHA saugeil!
                                Einmal dachte ich ich hätte unrecht... aber ich hatte mich geirrt.


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                                  Hahahaha, ich lach mich tot  :uglylol:
                                  Hät´s heuer olle in oinen Sack stecken können und mit nem Knüppel draufpregeln, hät´s den Folschen net erwischt


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                                    Die Darwin Awards 2007 wurden vergeben :biggrin:

                                    Ein paar besonders erwähnenswerte Fälle folgen:

                                    Es ist ein Haufen Holz, aber lohnt sich zu lesen :uglylol:




                                    (20 June 2007, South Carolina) A passing cabbie found a 21 year-old couple Znaked and injured in the road an hour before sunrise. The two people died at the nearest hospital without regaining consciousness. Authorities were at a loss to explain what had happened. There were no witnesses, no trace of clothing, and no wrecked cars or motorcycles.

                                    Investigators eventually found a clue high on the roof of a nearby building: two sets of neatly folded clothes. Safe sex takes on a whole new meaning when you are perched on the edge of a pyramid-shaped metal roof. "It appears as if [they] accidentally fell off the roof," Sgt. Florence McCants said.

                                    This is a true Darwin Award trifecta: TWO people die, WHILE in the act of procreation, due to an ASTONISHINGLY poor decision. Bottom line: If you put yourself in a precarious "position" at the edge of a pointy roof, you may well find yourself coming and going at the same time.

                                    Ironically, one of the deceased was named "Tumbleston."




                                    (21 May 2004, Texas) Michael was an alcoholic. And not an ordinary alcoholic, but an alcoholic who liked to take his liquor... well, rectally. His wife said he was "addicted to enemas" and often used alcohol in this manner. The result was the same: inebriation.

                                    The machine shop owner couldn't imbibe alcohol by mouth due to a painful throat ailment, so he elected to receive his favourite beverage via enema. And tonight, Michael was in for one hell of a party. Two 1.5 litre bottles of sherry, more than 100 fluid ounces, right up the old address!

                                    When the rest of us have had enough, we either stop drinking or pass out. When Michael had had enough (and subsequently passed out) the alcohol remaining in his rectal cavity continued to be absorbed. The next morning, Michael was dead.

                                    The 58-year-old did a pretty good job of embalming himself. According to toxicology reports, his blood alcohol level was 0.47%.

                                    In order to qualify for a Darwin Award, a person must remove himself from the gene pool via an "astounding misapplication of judgment." Three litres of sherry up the butt can only be described as astounding. Unsurprisingly, his neighbors said they were surprised to learn of the incident.




                                    (27 July 2007, Guadalajara, Mexico) 24-year-old Jessica was working out in the Provincia Hotel's gym when she realised she needed something from the floor below. Instead of picking up the phone, using the intercom, or just walking downstairs, she decided that the open shaft of the industrial lift was the communications device for her.

                                    So Jessica stuck her head into the empty shaft to shout to the people downstairs. And somehow, she missed noticing that the elevator was coming up towards her. If the elevator had been going down, one could say that she was in no position to observe the approaching lift. But, leaving aside the stupidity of sticking your head into an elevator shaft, if she was looking down, how could she miss the mass of metal inexorably headed her way?

                                    Since an elevator cage and a skull are both solid objects, one had to give. Let's just say, the elevator won. Jessica will be missed by her family, but not by the gene pool.




                                    "Gravity still works."

                                    (28 July 2007, Czech Republic) A pack of thieves attempted to steal scrap metal from an abandoned factory in Kladno. Unfortunately for them, they selected the steel girders that supported the factory roof. When the roof supports were dismantled, the roof fell, fatally crushing two thieves and injuring three others.

                                    (21 June 2007, Philippines) Three entrepreneurs planned to profit from stolen scrap metal. They entered a former US military complex and approached the prize: an abandoned water tank. Bedazzled by the potential upside, the three threw logic to the wind, and began to cut the metal legs out from under the tank. Guess where it fell? Straight onto the thieves. Their flattened bodies have not yet been identified.

                                    (31 July 1997) Two teens were disassembling an electric tower with wrenches when it toppled to the ground. They apparently wanted to sell its aluminum supports for scrap, but they failed to realize the essential role the aptly named "support" plays in a 160-foot tower. One of the men was crushed by the collapse of the ten-thousand-pound tower, while the other dug himself out from under, a sadder but wiser man from his close brush with a Darwin Award.




                                    Rare Double Darwin.

                                    (12 September 2007, Tampa, Florida) The setup: A woman wins two concert tickets from a local radio station. She can't believe her luck. The Dave Matthews Band, live! She invites her friend to join her. But they are in for more than a concert experience.

                                    Flash forward to the next morning. My buddy, head of operations at the amphitheater, looks like hell. He tells me that two women were killed the previous night at the concert. I am shocked. Nothing like this has ever happened at the amphitheater. I ask for details.

                                    Flash back to the previous evening, 8:30pm and pouring rain. The show is delayed. Two women leave the venue to escape the rain. They pass multiple free shuttle buses that run directly to the parking lot. Instead, they opt for a shortcut across a 7-lane Interstate.

                                    They run a hundred yards through wet grass, and jump a six-foot fence that borders the road. Ahead are 3 lanes of freeway traffic, a 100' median, and another 4 lanes of traffic. Beyond that is another six-foot fence, the maze of an 'under construction' garage, and a long hike around a casino.

                                    All in all, the 'shortcut' to their vehicle covers a distance of about a half mile. And the women are in a torrential thunderstorm. Free shuttle bus, or mad dash across dangerous territory?

                                    My buddy was an eyewitness when the first vehicle struck the women at 8:30 pm. Oddly, this was in the first lane of traffic, on a straightaway where one can see headlights for miles in either direction. The impact hurled the women farther into traffic, and each was struck by a second car. They did not survive the collisions.

                                    Ironically, one of the women was an "energetic and gifted athlete" who won two national championships in gymnastics. Physical prowess is no substitute for the homespun maxim:

                                    "Stop. Look. Listen. Or tomorrow you'll be missing."




                                    (19 August 2007, Serbia) It's well known that alcohol impairs judgement. It's well known that carnivorous wild animals and humans don't mix. What happens when we combine all three? One might expect men, beer, and bears to combine with lethal consequences. Such was the case for a 23-year old man who inadvertently fed himself to Masha and Misha at the Belgrade Zoo.

                                    The Zoo director said of the incident,
                                    "Only an idiot would jump into the bear cage."

                                    The man's naked, mauled corpse was found inside the bear habitat, along with several mobile phones, bricks, and plenty of beer cans. His clothes were completely undamaged, suggesting that he approached the bears bare-naked by choice. The bears, fearing that his intentions were as dishonorable as they were ill-informed, meted out a summary justice.

                                    Later, Masha and Misha "reacted angrily" when keepers tried to recover the man's corpse, but were eventually persuaded to give up their tasty prize. We await word on how many beers were bartered for the body.




                                    (10 January 2007, East Germany) A 63-year-old man's extraordinary effort to eradicate a mole from his property resulted in a victory for the mole. The man pounded several metal rods into the ground and connected them to a high-voltage power line, with the intent of rendering the subterranean realm uninhabitable.

                                    Incidentally, the maneuver electrified the very ground he stood upon. He was found dead at his holiday property on the Baltic Sea. Police had to trip the main circuit breaker before venturing onto the property.

                                    The precise date of the sexagenarian's demise could not be ascertained, but the electricity bill may provide a clue.




                                    (Broome, Australia) When you work as a diver on a pearl farm, there are many ways to "buy the farm." Mitchell Ether was my head diver for a couple of years. Known as Sharky, he was a can-do guy, not afraid to take risks to get the job done. He was a loose gun in a company of cowboys, and he seemed destined to make an original exit.

                                    One example happened in Roebuck Bay. He miscalculated the amount of fuel needed for the air compressor, which pumps air to the divers below. Instead of following standard procedure, bringing everyone up and refuelling during a surface interval, he surfaced alone mid-dive to top up the fuel tank while the compressor was still running.

                                    The deck was unsteady, and naturally he spilled some petrol. The compressor had been running for hours. Its red-hot exhaust ignited the spilled fuel, and the flames followed the fuel into the half-filled tank.

                                    The dive boat was brand-new, and worth $200,000 fully kitted out for the pearl farm, including an oxygen bottle for resuscitations. The resulting mushroom cloud explosion from the oxy bottle startled observers all the way back in town, 5 kilometers away.

                                    Luckily Sharky jumped back into the water before the big explosion, and he and his crew were picked up by another dive boat.

                                    Despite this incident, Sharky was promoted to skipper of one of the larger vessels. He still found excuses to don the old dive gear, however. One such excuse was when a mooring rope tangled around the boat's propellor. Instead of asking an outfitted diver's assistance, Sharky chucked on his dive gear, started the compressor, clipped on his dive hose, and jumped off the back of the boat. But he neglected to take the boat out of gear...

                                    The spinning prop soon entangled his dive hose and started reeling him in. His "lifeline" pulled him through the prop, and he died on the way to hospital. Sharky didn't have any children (that he knew of) but he did have a wicked sense of humour. I hope he fortives me for submitting him for a Darwin Award! He died doing what he always did... having a go.




                                    (24 June 2007, Colorado) If you get "Footloose" and cut the rug on an oil tank, be careful not to light a cigarette or bong of weed, else you may soon be climbing the proverbial "Stairway to Heaven".

                                    After smoking marijuana and liquoring themselves up at a popular party spot in Routt National Forest, the teens decided that it would be fun to leap and cavort upon a mostly-empty oil tank.

                                    Mostly empty...

                                    "There were several ignitions sources," according to the sheriff. Teenagers were smoking, and there was a bonfire nearby. The energetic gyrations of the dancers caused fumes to leak from the relief valve, and an ignition source sparked a "flashdance" as the crude oil storage tank exploded, hurling two teens 150 yards to their deaths.




                                    (23 June 2007, Illinois) Two Valparaiso men tested their reflexes by playing "chicken" with a train. Which man could stay on the rail longest in the path of an oncoming train? At the stroke of midnight, the contest was decided. The winner, aptly named Patrick Stiff, lost his life.

                                    The train continued on, as the conductor was unaware it hit anyone.




                                    (2007, India) Increased mining and recent rains in southeast India have unsettled the wildife. In the past few months, migrating elephants have killed eleven people in southeast India. A team of four journalists decided to interview this herd of rogue elephants.

                                    And they went into the forest in search of the rogues -- on foot.

                                    Elephants are big, and elephants are fast. As the recent deaths illustrate, a person can't out-run an elephant. But these intrepid journalists apparently assumed that a press pass grants immunity.

                                    With a nose for news, the journalists sniffed out the herd. Once located, it was only natural that they should capture the photogenic animals on film. Unfortunately, the elephants were camera shy. Angered by the flash, the irritated herd charged the paparazzi, miraculously killing only one of the four.

                                    His remains could not be retrieved.




                                    (14 January 2007, Augusta, West Virginia) Raising a new barn is an endeavor that brings a community together. Demolishing a barn is another question. A trio of friends set out to dismantle a dilapidated structure one bracing winter afternoon. Speaking of bracing...

                                    One industrious friend fired up his chainsaw and ripped through a crucial support post. Carrying the weight of a full barn roof, those wooden beams were all that stood between the demolition workers and structural collapse.

                                    With a little forethought, this ill-fated lumberjack could have anticipated his soon-to-be deadly problem. It was all fun and games until the roof succumbed to the pull of gravity. As a consolation prize, the deceased was indeed successful at demolishing the barn.




                                    (1 January 2007, Netherlands) The first Darwin Award of 2007 goes to Serge Sluijters, 36, who thought it reasonable to hover over an illegal professional firework and light the electronic ignition with an open flame. But this was not a traditional wick; it was a device designed for precision timing. The flame triggered an immediate launch, and the fireworks catapulted upwards, killing our amateur pyrotechnician enroute to a spectacular burst across the night sky.




                                    (October 2007, UK) John, 71, used wood and rope to make a traction device to ease his wife's neck pain. But applying traction to the neck takes a delicate touch. His DIY (do-it-yourself) medical device turned out to be a gallows, as John found out when he tested it and hung himself.

                                    The Coroner's verdict: Death by Misadventure.




                                    (26 February 2007, California) 29-year-old Oscar was driving on Highway 99 near Yuba City, when his Honda Accord crossed into oncoming traffic and collided with a Hummer. The occupants of the Hummer were not seriously injured. California Highway Patrol officers found Oscar's laptop still running, and plugged into the car's cigarette lighter. Investigators believe that he was using it when his car crossed the center line.

                                    "Driving is not a time to be practicing your multitasking skills," remarked CHP spokesman Tom Marshall.

                                    Oscar is not alone. Last year, 510 California drivers were charged with reckless driving because they were using a TV, video, or computer monitor. A 2001 CHP study cites cell phone use as the top cause of crashes involving distracted drivers, followed by fiddling with music. "Anything that distracts you can kill you, whether it's eating lunch or working on a computer," an AAA spokesman said.

                                    Oscar was a computer tutor. Hopefully his fatal lesson will teach others to surf on the information superhighway, not the asphalt superhighway.




                                    (19 April 2007, Phnom Penh, Cambodia) Unwanted amorous advaces on a heifer resulted in a man's death at the hooves of the violated bovine. Sounds of a scuffle culminated in the discovery of his naked body lying beneath the frightened family cow. Injuries to his head and genital area were consistent with being kicked to death.

                                    Why did he do it?

                                    The man's divorce had become final a mere 10 days prior to his fateful final fling. In the divorce, and also a previous divorce, his ex-wives cited his insatiable desire as the cause of the dissolution.

                                    Police concluded that the man died in a rape gone wrong. They do not plan to take action against the cow, which appeared to have been acting in self-defense.




                                    (10 March 2007, Scotland) James, 26, was working on a new house when he was unexpectedly confronted by a malfunctioning cannister of insulating foam. "The operative picked up one of the cans and gave it a shake as recommended. A pressure explosion occurred when the can burst (and) the bottom section hit him on the chest. The impact was so severe that the bottom section crumpled and wrinkled to some six inches, resulting in his death."

                                    A safety alert was issued, warning of the potential for cans of Evo-Stik Expanding Foam to undergo lethal decompression. But the warning was retracted when it was discovered that James had, for reasons unknown, applied a blowtorch to the pressurized 500-ml cannister.


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                                      Ein genialer Klassiker von 1982:

                                      (1982, California) Larry Walters of Los Angeles is one of the few to contend for the Darwin Awards and live to tell the tale. "I have fulfilled my 20-year dream," said Walters, a former truck driver for a company that makes TV commercials. "I'm staying on the ground. I've proved the thing works."

                                      Larry's boyhood dream was to fly. But fates conspired to keep him from his dream. He joined the Air Force, but his poor eyesight disqualified him from the job of pilot. After he was discharged from the military, he sat in his backyard watching jets fly overhead.

                                      He hatched his weather balloon scheme while sitting outside in his "extremely comfortable" Sears lawnchair. He purchased 45 weather balloons from an Army-Navy surplus store, tied them to his tethered lawnchair dubbed the Inspiration I, and filled the 4' diameter balloons with helium. Then he strapped himself into his lawnchair with some sandwiches, Miller Lite, and a pellet gun. He figured he would pop a few of the many balloons when it was time to descend.

                                      Larry's plan was to sever the anchor and lazily float up to a height of about 30 feet above his back yard, where he would enjoy a few hours of flight before coming back down. But things didn't work out quite as Larry planned.

                                      When his friends cut the cord anchoring the lawnchair to his Jeep, he did not float lazily up to 30 feet. Instead, he streaked into the LA sky as if shot from a cannon, pulled by the lift of 42 helium balloons holding 33 cubic feet of helium each. He didn't level off at 100 feet, nor did he level off at 1000 feet. After climbing and climbing, he leveled off at 16,000 feet.

                                      At that height he felt he couldn't risk shooting any of the balloons, lest he unbalance the load and really find himself in trouble. So he stayed there, drifting cold and frightened with his beer and sandwiches, for more than 14 hours. He crossed the primary approach corridor of LAX, where Trans World Airlines and Delta Airlines pilots radioed in reports of the strange sight.

                                      Eventually he gathered the nerve to shoot a few balloons, and slowly descended. The hanging tethers tangled and caught in a power line, blacking out a Long Beach neighborhood for 20 minutes. Larry climbed to safety, where he was arrested by waiting members of the LAPD. As he was led away in handcuffs, a reporter dispatched to cover the daring rescue asked him why he had done it. Larry replied nonchalantly, "A man can't just sit around."

                                      The Federal Aviation Administration was not amused. Safety Inspector Neal Savoy said, "We know he broke some part of the Federal Aviation Act, and as soon as we decide which part it is, a charge will be filed."


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                                        (1997, England) There's ordinary foolishness, and then there's extraordinary foolishness. Stealing fireworks from a storage depot is foolishness. But using a welder's torch to cut through the wall of the building housing the fireworks -- that is extraordinary foolishness.

                                        Several burglars pushed their luck to the brink of failure when they tried to pull off a heist of a building containing a large volume of fireworks. They used a gas cutting torch to slice through the main door. The door was eight feet tall, concrete, and reinforced with a solid inch of steel. Just as the torch penetrated the door, and success was at hand... a spark landed in a crate of fireworks inside.

                                        Fireworks are explosive, and this particular crate contained the equivalent of a hundred pounds of gunpowder. The entire factory exploded. The door was popped from its hinges and slammed flat into the ground. The roof lifted off and landed in one piece. Interestingly, despite the violence of the explosion, the debris was confined within the factory perimeter.

                                        Astoundingly, the perpetrators were not killed, and have never been found. Their cutting equipment remained behind, along with the car, which had been flattened by the concrete roof. Flabbergasted pyrotechnics professionals have dubbed them the "Hole in the Ground Gang."




                                        One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other then to say that he "needed a doctor who took care of men's troubles." The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and had little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose a bit of angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin.

                                        After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling, stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum.

                                        Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch staples of the type used in putting up wallboard.

                                        We x-rayed the patients scrotum to locate the staples; admitting him to the hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin, a broad-spectrum antibacterial therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz baths prior to surgery the next morning.

                                        The procedure consisted of exploration and debridement of the left side of the scrotal pouch. Eight rusty staples were retrieved, and the skin edges were trimmed and freshened. The left testis had been avulsed and was missing. The stump of the spermatic cord was recovered at the inguinal canal, debrided, and the vessels ligated properly, though not much of a hematoma was present. Through-and through Penrose drains were sutured loosely in site, and the skin was loosely closed.

                                        Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the hospital less then a week later, the patient confided the rest of his story to me.

                                        An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.

                                        I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification.

                                        By Dr. William A. Morton, Jr. MD, a retired urologist residing in West Chester, Pennsylvania.




                                        Disqualified by Darwin January 2007: This is not only stupid, but also unconfirmed.
                                        The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan at 7:50 am, flashed a gun and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away.




                                        (February 1998) ATM's have become a popular target for thieves. The law of averages demands that some attempts end unsuccessfully.

                                        Our hero started out like most: He knew that in order to win the prize, he needed to get at the back of the machine. He pried it away from the wall with difficulty. As soon as he had enough clearance, he wriggled behind and started working on removing the rear panel.

                                        At this point, the watchful reader will have noticed a few problems with his logic.

                                        1. He has completely ignored the video camera.

                                        2. A silent alarm is triggered if the machine is moved.

                                        Furthermore, the ATM in question is three minutes away from a police station. As the sirens neared, our novice criminal decided to hide. When the police arrived, they saw that the machine had been tampered with, and assumed that the thief had fled. They secured the area and called in a forensics team.

                                        The forensics team was dusting for fingerprints when a very loud ACHOOO! from behind the ATM.

                                        In summary, the klutzy crook was videotaped, left fingerprints, and he hid behind the ATM.


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                                          Die Darwin Awards 2007 wurden vergeben :biggrin:

                                          Ein paar besonders erwähnenswerte Fälle folgen:


                                          Also meine Favoriten sind ganz klar:

                                          Die rektale Einführung von Alkohol  :D

                                          Die Maulwurfjagd mit Starkstrom.

                                          Der Perlentaucher Sharky

                                          Der Do-it-yourself Nackenschmerzen Entferner  :uglylol:

                                          Und die Kuh-Vergewaltigung  :uglylol:  :uglylol:   :uglylol:

                                          Gruß,
                                          Havoc.
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                                            Aus der Erlebniswelt eines Kellners:
                                            Damentisch: 10 Damen
                                            Herrentisch: 10 Herren

                                            20:00 Uhr Damentisch
                                            Kellner: Guten Abend die Damen, was darf es denn sein?
                                            Frau 1: Oh, ein Glas Sekt.
                                            Frau 2: Nee, wir warten noch auf die Anderen.
                                            Frau 1: Also doch ein Glas Sekt.
                                            Kellner: (geht)

                                            20.03 Uhr Herrentisch
                                            Kellner: Servus.
                                            Mann 1: Servus.
                                            Kellner: Und?
                                            Mann 1: Zehn Bier.
                                            Kellner: (bringt Bier)
                                            Mann 1: Was krieg’ste denn?
                                            Kellner: 18.
                                            Mann 1: (gibt 20) Stimmt so.
                                            Kellner: Danke.

                                            20:10 Uhr Damentisch
                                            Kellner: Haben die Damen etwas gefunden?
                                            Frau 3: Haben Sie Cola light?
                                            Kellner: Nein.
                                            Frau 3: Warum nicht?
                                            Kellner: Keine Ahnung, ich bin nur der Kellner.
                                            Frau 3: Dann nehme ich eine Apfelschorle, aber mit wenig Apfelsaft.
                                            Frau 1: Oh, die nehme ich auch, aber bei mir können Sie mehr Saft reinmachen.
                                            Kellner: Selbstverständlich.
                                            Frau 5 zu Frau 2-4 und 9: Trinkt Ihr auch Sekt?
                                            Frau 9: Ja.
                                            Frau 2: Ja.
                                            Frau 4: Nein, ich habe Migräne.
                                            Frau 1: Dann nimm doch einen O-Saft.
                                            Frau 9: Oh, ja ich will auch einen O-Saft.
                                            Frau 4: Nee, ich nehme ein stilles Wasser.
                                            Kellner: Haben wir leider nicht.
                                            Frau 4: Warum nicht?
                                            Kellner: Keine Ahnung, ich bin nur der Kellner.
                                            Frau 4: Na gut dann nehme ich doch einen Sekt mit O-Saft.
                                            Frau 5: Dann nehmen wir ne Flasche.
                                            Kellner: Soll ich ihnen dann eine kleine Flasche O-Saft dazu bringen?
                                            Frau 5: Warum?
                                            Kellner: Weil wir keine Flasche fertig gemischten Sekt mit O-Saft haben.
                                            Frau 5: Na dann lassen Sie den O-Saft weg.
                                            Frau 9: Dann nehme ich aber noch ein Wasser dazu.
                                            Frau 10: Ich auch.
                                            Frau 7: Ich auch, oder? Sie haben wirklich kein stilles Wasser?
                                            Kellner: Nein, nur stillen Sekt. Wir nennen das in der Fachsprache Weißwein.
                                            Frau 1-10: ???????
                                            Kellner: (denkt: War doch klar, dass die das nicht raffen) Und die anderen Damen?
                                            Frau 3: Einen Süßgespritzten.
                                            Frau 6: Einen Sauergespritzten.
                                            Frau 8: Eine Cola light.
                                            Kellner: Wir haben leider keine Cola light.
                                            Frau 8: Warum nicht?
                                            Kellner: KEINE AHNUNG ICH BIN NUR DER KELLNER.
                                            Frau 8: Dann nehme ich ein Radler mit wenig Bier.
                                            Kellner: (geht und versucht sich den Scheiß zu merken)

                                            20:18 Uhr Herrentisch
                                            Mann 3: (brüllt durch den Saal) Mach noch 'ne Runde!
                                            Kellner: Jo (geht, holt zehn Bier, stellt diese wortlos ab, während „Mann 3“ 20,- aufs Tablett legt).

                                            20:25 Uhr Damentisch
                                            Kellner: (bringt die Getränke) Sooo die Damen, wer hatte denn das Radler?
                                            Frau 1-10: Schnatter, Schnatter, Schnatter...
                                            Kellner: WER HATTE DENN DAS RADLER?
                                            Frau 1-10: ?????? (Vollkommen überrascht, dass ein Herr mit einem Tablett vor dem Tisch steht und
                                            das Damenkollektiv ansieht).
                                            Kellner: DAS RADLER.
                                            Frau 7: Petra, hattest Du nicht das Radler?
                                            Frau 8: Oh ja, mein Radler, hihihi!
                                            Kellner: (stellt das Radler und die anderen Getränke auf dem Tisch ab und denkt: Sollen die das
                                            Zeug doch selber verteilen).
                                            Frau 3: Und wo ist meine Cola light?
                                            Kellner: (atmet tief ein und wieder aus) Wir haben keins UND ICH WEISS AUCH NICHT WARUM.
                                            Frau 3: Dann nehm ich...
                                            Kellner: Sie haben schon gewählt und es ist auch schon da.
                                            Frau 3: Oh.
                                            Frau 8: Was macht das denn?
                                            Kellner: Zusammen oder getrennt?
                                            Frau 8: Nur das Radler.
                                            Kellner: 1,80 bitte. (Die Dame wühlt in der Handtasche nach dem Geldbeutel und drückt dem
                                            Kellner 2,- in die Hand. Der Kellner gibt ein 20 Cent Stück zurück, worauf die Dame ein 10
                                            Cent Stück sucht um dieses dem Kellner als Trinkgeld zu überreichen).
                                            Kellner: So, der Rest?
                                            Frau 5: Ich zahle die Hälfte vom Sekt, ein Mineralwasser und den Sauergespritzten.
                                            Frau 2: Wieso die Hälfte, wir sind doch drei, die wo Sekt trinken!
                                            Frau 5: Oh ja stimmt, dann zwei Drittel der Flasche, ein Mineralwasser und Süßgespritzten.
                                            Frau 2: Dann zahle ich das letzte Drittel von dem Sekt.
                                            Kellner: (rechnet angestrengt und versucht die Ruhe zu bewahren) Dann bekomme ich 7,63 von
                                            Ihnen und von Ihnen 4,33
                                            Frau 2: Warum haben Sie denn so unrunde Preise? Das ist doch unpraktisch.
                                            Kellner: Das ist halt so bei einem Drittel von 13,-. Normalerweise teilen sich nicht drei Leute ein
                                            Getränk.
                                            Die restlichen Damen zahlen in ähnlicher Weise Ihre Getränke, lassen sich dabei das Rückgeld stets
                                            geben und entscheiden sich vereinzelt zu einem Trinkgeld von bis zu 20 Cent. Somit entsteht ein
                                            Gesamttrinkgeld von 45 Cent.

                                            20:25 Uhr Herrentisch
                                            Mann 4: Mach ma’ 10 Bier und zehn Schnaps und was Du trinkst.
                                            Kellner: (Nickt und holt die Getränke) Kurze Zeit später stellt er zehn Bier und elf Schnaps ab. Mit
                                            dem elften Schnaps stößt er mit der Runde an.
                                            Mann 4: Was macht das?
                                            Kellner: 45,50
                                            Mann 4: (gibt einen 50,- Schein) Gib mir drei raus.
                                            Kellner: (gibt 3,-) Dank Dir.
                                            Der Abend geht in ähnlicher Weise bis in die frühen Morgenstunden weiter.

                                            Am Herrentisch werden insgesamt zehn Runden Bier und fünf Runden Schnaps getrunken.
                                            Die Aufzählung der am Damentisch getrunkenen Getränke entfällt aus zwei Gründen:
                                            1. Es würde den Rahmen dieser Email sprengen.
                                            2. Der (männliche) Autor dieses Artikels würde beim Schreiben Kopfschmerzen bekommen.
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                                              Mit Frauen is ja wie mit Hobbits, ne? Am Ende gehts immer nur um den Ring
                                              Einmal dachte ich ich hätte unrecht... aber ich hatte mich geirrt.


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