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ICYMI: Punks to the Rescue, Godzilla Sex and Potty-Mouthed Parrots

I had a bird once: Popeye. He was a parakeet, and a very good bird. He also was a pretty bird. I know that because he knew that—and mentioned it about 100 times a day.

Popeye went to bird heaven years ago, and now that I’m a large adult son, I wish that Popeye had known some key phrases beyond just “pretty bird.” Things like, “fuck you,” “go fuck yourself,” and of course, “rmgnfirfjnirjglmfaorofl.” After all, if you own a pet that has the ability to speak, what else is there for it to say beyond profanity? Plus, with a potty mouth and his pretty-bird looks, who knows, Popeye might have been huge on YouTube.

For dirty birds that did make the transition to YouTube star, the worst strip-club faux pas according to strippers and the best ways to tell if a mechanic is fucking with you (see how much more fun it is when you swear—now imagine a bird saying it), check out today’s best stories below…

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Parrots Say the Darndest Things

Anybody catch this story?

What a legend. But staff writer Miles Klee saw the context underlying this high-wire rescue story—that birds have always been fuckin’ legends:

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No Sex in the Champagne Room

Hey, strip-club customers, DON’T DO THIS:

There are unspoken rules at the strip club, and Fiddy, you just broke Rule #1: Don’t take back cash you’ve previously made rain.

There’s more to strip-club tipping etiquette than that, though. Such as:

  • Don’t sit around the stage if you’re not going to tip.
  • When sitting or standing at the edge of the stage, don’t make a dancer crawl over to you, shake her ass and then throw a single. Instead, throw many singles as you should expect to put down more than a couple of dollars per song.
  • Remember that at the end of the night, dancers have to pay the club to dance; bottle girls do not. Your tips help make up the difference.

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Too Long; Didn’t Read

Oh cool, Zayn thought it was a good idea to bring back frosted tips? Personally, I’d rather we leave that look to the 1990s and early 2000s, and never speak of it again. But then again, how can we blame Zayn, when so many frosted daddies came before him?