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Super-Tall Supermodel: Women have long claimed that men are intimidated by females who are taller than they are.
Amazon Eve -- her professional name -- is about to go into the Guinness Book of World Records as the World's Tallest Model.
After law school and working as a paralegal, she served stints as an actress, a personal trainer and even a wrestler (she was introduced to the sport by a dominatrix). Now she is ready to walk into the record book on her shapely 40-inch legs.
She says she's ready for her newfound celebrity to bring her some steady employment, perhaps as a full-time model or on a reality TV show, but she still has her law background to fall back on if things don't work out.
Because when some people lawyer up, they lawyer way up.
An Orgasm for Dessert: When we hear about a cake or a rich dessert being "better than sex," we normally give a wry smile and a nod to clever marketing. But for one woman, eating dessert isn't just better than sex, it is sex.
For Gabi Jones, the act of eating large quantities of junk food -- especially sweets -- goes beyond the normal pleasure centers in her mouth, stomach and brain; she says the tingling continues south to her nether regions.
Yes, she says eating junk food brings her to orgasm.
Combining two of the most addictive activities outside of drugs and liquor yields predictable results. Jones is not a small woman, and her weight has increased to more than 490 pounds as a result of her symptoms. Rather than hide the affliction, she has set up a fetish website to share her Extreme Dessert Enjoyment experiences with men who are interested in watching.
She insists that despite her weight, she's otherwise healthy, abstaining from drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, and says she's active and feels great. Fair to say that if most of us had such a transformative experience every time we ate a great dessert, we'd be in great spirits, too.
Heck, I'd open up a restaurant that only sold rich, velvety desserts. But the restaurant would need plastic seats, of course.
Dances With Bees: So the criminal of the future is sitting there in his futuristic lair, cackling with an evil laugh and tenting his fingertips (or doing whatever criminals of the future will do) when suddenly the police burst in and seize him and the numerous marijuana plants he was growing. He's shocked; he had no partners, no neighbors and he thought his operation was completely concealed. How did the police know?
The police had secret informants. Thousands of them -- each one smaller than a fingertip. They flew around doing what bees do (looking for nectar, pollinating plants and making you drive off the road in a flurry of wavy-armed panic).
Then they returned to their police-controlled hives where powerful computers simultaneously assessed the pollen signature on the legs of the bees and observed the dances the bees did to show their humming hive-mates where they found the sweets. If the pollen signature matched illegal plants like drugs, police swarmed out of the station for a -- ahem -- sting operation.
In other words, thanks to the cameras and computers, the technology turned bees into cops.
Before you lose your mind over the terrifying concept of police-controlled bees, know that you're safe ... for now. The program doesn't actually exist; the concept was played out in an art exhibit in London. So far there's no real-time pollen collection, tracking and analysis for law enforcement, but before you go watering your backyard grow operation, know this: The exhibition is based on science that's directly related to pollen transfer and analysis. Many of the elements discussed in the piece actually exist, although decoding bee dances might still be a way off.
So be safe, and if you must do anything illegal, buy screens for your windows.
Zombie Goblet: For millennia, there were a lot of ways to be a badass warlord. But it was much more difficult to really get any kind of lasting recognition. Sure, the villagers might put up a fight before you wiped them from the face of the Earth, but would the survivors remember your name or just that you were a fearsome warrior with a bad attitude?
As it turns out, the practice of using people's skulls as drinkware also extended to Britain. In fact, precise dating appears to indicate that some of the English skulls are 14,700 old -- the earliest recorded instances of the practice. Researchers were surprised to find that although some bone fragments had been chipped away, there seemed to be a deliberate carefulness around the top of the skull.
Some researchers say the skulls might not have belonged to enemies, but instead might have been ceremonial in nature, perhaps used to honor the dead. But in nearly all other examples of the practice, skulls turned into drinking cups came from the heads of enemies.
Something to think about the next time you're tempted to challenge a thirsty football hooligan. While you're preparing for a fight, he might be sizing up your cranium. And you'd better hope it doesn't look like it might hold a pint or two.
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