If you’ve ever wondered why turbans are so popular in the Middle East, wonder no more. My first guess was that this building was a school of some kind, and sure enough, it was. It’s the Tehran Room Entry Institute, where students learn to enter and exit rooms safely and efficiently. But this guy needs to work on his form. It’s okay, Dilshad. There’s still plenty of time before finals.
This doesn’t really count as parkour as much as it’s two pubescents daring each other to jump onto a dumpster, and I’m really not sure what’s gone wrong with the second attempt. Although you’d think the kid would have just taken the hint to stay in the trash. Where he belongs OH MAN THAT’S SUCH A BURN! I GOT YOU GOOD, KID! Eh, it’s that kind of day. Oh, wait, I think I see something shiny…
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It looks like this video has made the rounds, but it’s new to me, and it features a rambunctious teen catching the front of an oncoming car with his mouth. You’re gonna have to trust me until you get to the replay. I’ve watched it like seven times already and it’s still cringe-worthy. I mean awesome. Yes, totally awesome. You really only need like 8 teeth to live a normal existence, anyway. If I get some time later, I’ll CG a skateboard in there, just to make sure we hit that 11-14 male demo. That’s important, ya know.
On 205th knows that if you’re jumping over any body of water, there’s one rule and one rule only: Don’t come up short! Actually, there is a second rule, don’t wear a green shirt. Especially one that’s battery powered like this one. It’s one thing to crack your sternum and teeth into concrete and brick; it’s quite another to get electrocuted when you fall back into the pool. Sorry to lead off with a video today; if you’re looking for ankle-grabbing analysis, you can read my Donte’ Stallworth piece on KSK.
Hail Mary Jane put together an impressive collection of dudes injuring themselves on pogo sticks. I like to think of a pogo stick as a skateboard without wheels, but with handlebars. Enjoy all of the pogo failures over there; my favorites are here (plus one more after the jump). Read the rest of this entry »
There’s a terrific difference between stock, boring fail and deliciously fun, restaurant-quality fail. And the Washington Nationals haven’t been stingy with the latter. With misspelled jerseys and one of the minor-leaguers on the all-star ballot, the Nats complete the trifecta with the grounds crew completely bungling the tarp. You don’t have to fight with it. It’s a tarp. It’s not a squid, you idiots. You wonderful, satisfying idiots.
|The Bog, to whom I still owe fantasy football money. Keep your shirt on, Steinz. It’s only been four months.|
