During the summer break before my
sophomore year of high school I woke one night with a terrible pain in my side.
I should have figured it was my appendix since the Hayes appendix isn’t worth a
damn and all male members of my family have had theirs out, my brother when he
was only two, but for some reason my appendix wasn’t suspected of being the
problem. Read about it (here).
Everything associated with babies
is usually considered cute and adorable, including the elimination of body
waste. Call it what you will: potty, or doody, boom boom or poopy, but at some
point in life the cozy euphemisms no longer apply. When is that all-important
moment when snuggly slang metastasizes into a clinical word like stool? Read about it (here).
Have you ever wondered about the biggest
bell in the world? Most people would say it’s in Moscow, weighing in at 445,166
pounds. The Tsar Bell was commissioned by the niece of Peter the Great. It
broke during casting and has never been rung. But it’s possible the Tsar Bell
will soon lose it’s ranking as the world’s largest. The new contender for the
title might be resting under twenty-five feet of mud at the bottom of a
river. Read about it (here).
