Every newspaper has at least one story about someone arrested for something unusual, and frequently these stories have a headline written in the "Man does something" format. For example, "Man Robs Store in Bubble-Wrap Mask." All of these headlines are now featured on StoryOfMan.tumblr.com.
You know your burglary has gone bad when your only option is to call in a GETAWAY TOW TRUCK to help you out.
Last week, a man from
But when he tried to get away, his truck got stuck in some MUD. He tried a bunch of things to free it . . . including dumping rock salt under his tires, sliding planks of wood underneath, and even jamming a throw rug down there. But nothing worked.
So finally, he called a tow truck. He told the dispatcher he was helping his aunt move . . . which is why he had all the stuff in his truck . . . and got stuck.
The tow truck driver got his pickup free, but thought it seemed suspicious. He got even MORE suspicious after he unhooked his tow truck and the guy peeled out ACROSS THE LAWN instead of taking the driveway. So he called the cops.
They tracked the pickup back to its owners . . . who turned out to be the burglar's parents. They told the cops their son just got out of jail a few days earlier. The police are still looking for him.
We usually do NOT condone watching TV, but . . . for this, we’ll make an exception. LUKE BRYAN will premiere the “Crash My Party” music this morning during the fourth hour of NBC’s Today show. He’s due back on the show August 16th for the Toyota Summer Concert Series.
KEIFER THOMPSON opened up about the vocal issues that shut him down and forced THOMPSON SQUARE to cancel shows until further notice.
He started feeling pain in his throat almost a year ago . . . but ignored it because he didn't want to let his fans down. He says, quote, "I've never had any formal training or anything like that.
"So, I've kinda just done it on what my heart felt like, and it wasn't always right, apparently. The pain got so bad that after a concert it felt like someone was stabbing me in the throat."
Turns out Keifer developed a hemorrhage and a polyp on his vocal cords and had to do two full weeks of silence. He says the hemorrhage is, quote, "Completely healed and resolved . . . and the polyp is about 70% down, so they won't do surgery."
There's no word yet when
Ever wanted to score KACEY MUSGRAVES’ ‘60s siren look? Pick up the new Self magazine! Inside, Kacey talks makeup and swears by Crisco and aspirin to treating eczema and breakouts.
She reveals, “I get eczema on my arms, and my acupuncturist said to put vegetable shortening, like Crisco, on it. I tried it for a week and the eczema went away. Another time, I had a breakout, so my memaw applied a paste of crushed uncoated aspirin and water. Fifteen minutes later it had shrunk. Swear.”
Check out the full article on Self.com.
BRAD PAISLEY performed "Dead Flowers" with the ROLLING STONES in
KIP MOORE will perform tomorrow on the "Fox & Friends All-American Concert Series". He'll also be talking to the crew about his summer tour. (Got Country)
Old school country singer SLIM WHITMAN passed away yesterday from heart failure. His most recognizable song was the 1952 hit "Indian Love Call", which features some sweet, sweet yodeling. It was also the song they played in "Mars Attacks!" to kill the aliens.
Listen to "Indian Love Call" here.
Collards is green my dog's name is Blue and I'm so lucky to have a Sweet Thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze, softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass, which excite me in May. You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan. Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.
You have som'a yore teeth, for which I am proud; I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms, well, I'm in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work, they all want to know, what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man, to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead. You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt, you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack, my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank, we go together like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day; They git it at Wal-Mart, it's romantic that way.
Some men git roses on that special day from the cooler at Ingles.
"That's impressive," I say. Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth. "Diamonds are forever," they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey, these won't do. Cause yo're too special, you Sweet Thang you.
So I got you a gift, without taste nor odor, more useful than diamonds . . .
IT'S A BRAND NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!