[b]Mary Roach
With the rise of classical Greece, the soul debate evolved into the more familiar heart-versus-brain, the liver having been demoted to an accessory role. We are fortunate that this is so, for we would otherwise have been faced with Celine Dion singing “My Liver Belongs to You” and movie houses playing The Liver Is a Lonely Hunter.[/b]
We did luck out, didn’t we?
I guess I feel the same way about being a corpse. Why lie around on your back when you can do something interesting and new, something useful?
Nope, that doesn’t work for me.
Whereas the larger caliber .45 Colt revolver bullets caused the cattle to drop to the ground after three or four shots, the animals shot with smaller caliber .38 bullets failed even after ten shots to drop to the ground. And ever since the U.S. Army has gone confidently into battle knowing that when cows attack, their men will be ready.
Based on a true story? Well, let’s just that [as an Army veteran] it wouldn’t surprise me.
The human digestive tract is like the Amtrak line from Seattle to Los Angeles: transit time is about thirty hours, and the scenery on the last leg is pretty monotonous.
Until you get to Hollywood of course.
It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.
He wondered: What was God thinking?
Anne Marie’s beauty and style belie a down-and-dirty education in the particulars of practical AI (artificial insemination). She has milked a boar of his prodigious ejaculate–over two hundred milliliters (a cup), as compared to a man’s three milliliters–and she has done it with her hand. For, unlike stallions and bulls, boars don’t cotton to artificial vaginas. (in part, because their penis, like their tail, is corkscrewed.) AI techs must squeeze the organ in their hand–hard and without letup–for the entire duration of the ejaculation: from five to fifteen minutes. You should see the size of their hands, she says, of the men and women who regular ejaculate boars.
He wondered: What was God thinking?