The only thing more awesome than an urban legend turning out to be true is if that same legend involves some sort of nefarious sex or groin related hilarity.
Luckily, all of these qualify.
"Dude, I can totally tell he's gay! Look at his fingers!"
This sounds like one of those playground urban myths that adolescent males use as an excuse to punch each other. Supposedly, comparing the size of your index and ring fingers can tell whether a guy is destined to one day make out with Sulu and Andy Dick in a poorly lit alley in Hollywood.
Yeah, right. Enough of your ignorant homophobia!
Incredibly, this is a real thing. It's called digit ratio theory and multiple studies have confirmed it.
Apparently if you have a longer ring finger, it means you got more testosterone as a fetus and are more likely to be hyperactive, aggressive and disgusted by anything featuring Hugh Grant.
A longer index finger, on the other hand, means more estrogen, making you more neurotic and sensitive. So if your index finger is way longer than your ring finger, you're like the gayest dude ever, right?
Actually, no. Studies found that it was when the two fingers were nearly the same length that the subjects were more likely to be gay (men and women both). Why? You'll have to ask the scientists, it's technical. What we do know is a study from Rutgers looking at finger lengths in lesbians even found a noticeable difference between the "butch" ladies who drive trucks and wear flannel and the more feminine lesbians who tend to populate your fantasies.
So... how far into this entry did you get before you stopped to look at your fingers?
So you're swimming around the pool and you pass by the humming filter, sucking debris out of the water. "Hey, watch out!" yells one of your friends. "I know a guy who totally got his dick stuck in one of those!"
Did you dream about being a cop when you were a kid? Chasing bad guys and sliding over the hoods of cars? Well, here's a nice story for you that gives you a better idea of the day-to-day life of a law enforcement officer.
"I bet I'll never have to touch some dude's dong."
The police force in Lakeland, FL responded to a call from the Scottish Inn motel. The clerk had called 911 just before 5 A.M. because who else do you call when a customer tries to hump your aquatic equipment and is then unable to free himself?
See how there's no spot for your dong? Why do you think that is?
Cops arrived and did what they assumed would save the day by shutting off the pump. Problem solved, right?
They could only wish. For those who've never spent a half hour or so playing penis tug-o-war with a suction filter, the result is massive swelling that, as it turns out, prohibits wang removal even when the pump is shut off.
Feeling not quite up to the task of shlong-liberation and assuming additional humiliation for the dude in the pool was in order, paramedics were called in. Presumably a pretty huge crowd had gathered at this point, to enjoy a solid hour of heavy lube application and group tugging until finally someone was able to make a poetic Free Willy joke and the man was taken to the hospital.
A man is sent out of town for business on the company dime. Upon arrival he wastes no time and gets right to business. And by business we mean, of course, "whores."
As he carefully arranges his bondage gear and furry outfits, there is a knock on the door. His whore has arrived. He opens the door, boner at full strength, to discover the call girl is none other than his own daughter. Awkward Thanksgivings ensue for years after.
In 2002, an Israeli businessman was sent to a resort called Eilat for four days where presumably his company expected him to relax a bit, learn a few new tricks to apply back at the office and not try to pork his own daughter. Very likely that was in some manner of memo regarding what was acceptable behavior during his time away, wedged between "no gambling" and "no filling your ass with firecrackers."
"Do I care if she's my daughter? Uh, if you can at all avoid it, that'd be best, but don't go crazy."
Unable to control his insatiable need to bone, the man ordered a call girl on his first night there. Sure enough, the woman that was sent to his room just happened to be his little girl.
Who's your daddy? Oh... right.
The man in question suffered a minor heart attack upon seeing his daughter there, either from anguish or from the rush of blood caused by the history's fastest wilting boner. After taking a few moments to collect themselves, we assume they shared an awkward hug and the man left for home.
Likely perplexed about the best way to deal with the situation, he opted to ignore our "drink away the memories" advice and instead told his wife everything. She then vowed to not only find a better occupation for her daughter--which is arguably anything since very few occupations these days result in sex with your dad outside of some Wal-Marts in the South--but also to divorce the man.
The future is here! Why go through the time and expense of old-fashioned masturbation when you can get a prescription for a pill that will give you an instant orgasm!
Remember those old ads in comic books that promised a somewhat perverse world of X-ray specs, rabies-riddled raccoons and abundant facial hair? Deep down you knew that those wonderful products were too good to be true, but there was enough hope to convince you to invest. That is the exact feeling 99 percent of everyone gets when they hear about a supposed wonder drug that delivers an orgasm to its user.
Like a less disgusting Ron Jeremy. Also easier to swallow.
An anti-depressant in use since the 60s, this little pill has the sexual prowess of most NBA superstars but with less VD and paternity disputes. It also causes weight gain, nausea and, oddly enough, impotence in men; but even a fat, nauseous dude with a limp noodle has to be pretty stoked if he's having spontaneous orgasms.
And, sure enough, around one in 20 people that take the pill will get off whenever they yawn. Why yawning? Why not?
Lest you go thinking it's time to pop a few of these, put on a Renee Zellwegger movie and bore your way to sexual paradise, keep in mind that while five percent of people experience orgasms, most of the other 95 percent have the exact opposite reaction. But, damnit, we have to try.
A man mangles his crotch on a piece of heavy machinery because he was negligently masturbating at work, unlike the rest of us who ensure we're masturbating at work responsibly.
This one comes off like either a horror story the guys down at the mill tell each other during night shift, or a piece of anti-workplace masturbation propaganda invented by Human Resources.
It was the good people at Snopes who tracked this down. But be forewarned. The following story is terrifying in every sense of the word.
We offer this as compensation.
One day, a lonely middle-aged fellow was killing time in a machine shop and feeling a little frisky. Apparently a thrill seeker with too much testosterone or a heretofore unidentified brand of functional retardation, the man sought a more exciting masturbation method. He had apparently made it a tradition to rub one out by grinding his genitals against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery.
You can see where this is going.
If you've ever humped a piece of shop equipment then you know how easy it is to lose yourself in the moment. You may also know how easy it is to get your scrotum caught in it and get tossed across the room by your now-torn open sack.
In lieu of the normal response of weeping in the fetal position while holding together his devastated dick meat, the guy grabbed the nearest staple gun and proceeded to pump eight one-inch staples into himself in a feeble attempt to patch together what was left of his sack.
Then he finished his shift.
He only went to the hospital three days later for treatment of a potential infection. At the hospital doctors found an impressive infection and another surprise, the entire left testicle was missing (likely some lucky coworker stumbled upon it at work later in the week).
The doctor wouldn't release the man's name for privacy reasons, but we're surprised every corporation on earth doesn't have this guy on a poster in the break room, with the slogan, "Ask yourself: Would this man have called in sick with the sniffles?"
A couple gets married and has the ceremony recorded. At the reception they decide to play the video, but instead of seeing the newlyweds exchanging vows, they are treated to a man exchanging fluids with a dog. And we don't mean via an I.V.
In 1994, Derek Jeffrey loaned a friend his camcorder to use at a wedding. Normally wedding videos are the sorts of things you let sit and get dusty in a closet along side the juicer you bought from HSN and grandma. On this day, however, they decided to watch the wedding video at the wedding reception, possibly because the bride had that memory condition from the movie Memento and couldn't remember what had happened earlier that day.
If that was the case, she was likely doubly confused when, instead of her nuptials, she and her guests were treated to a tape of a naked geriatric man's sexual conquest of a bull terrier named Ronnie.
Not Ronnie (probably).
Seems Derek had neglected to take the tape from his video camera and the camera man hadn't bothered to fully rewind to tape over it. When he was brought to court on charges of bestiality, his first defense was that he meant to erase the film, also known as the "I wouldn't have done it if I thought I'd get caught" defense, which rarely works.
Jeffrey went on to explain how it was an honest mistake. He said that he only made the tape after he and his buddies watched a porn involving people and animals. He then borrowed his neighbor's dog, presumably by not mentioning he wanted to defile the animal, and attempted to prove to his friends that the interspecies romance could be faked using camera tricks. And apparently this bit of myth busting required him to be completely naked.
Still, we like that he came very close to the "it was all done with CGI" defense that we've always wanted to try.
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