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“Domestic abuse agencies criticize ‘wife beater’ Web site.” So, okay, I was all ready to defend this guy’s right to sell wife-beater shirts. I mean, pretty much everybody calls them that nowadays (aside from the Australians, who call them “singlets”). It’s not very politically-correct, but I don’t think the name itself is going to encourage domestic violence. It turns out, though, that he’s not selling undershirts… He’s selling long-sleeved shirts that have “Wife Beater” embroidered on them. And he’s offering a discount if you’ve got a conviction for spousal abuse on your record. He says he got the idea after watching “Cops” and seeing all the arrested batterers wearing sleeveless shirts. Isn’t that the sickest thing you’ve ever heard? What an asshole.

Max wondered how that UK man managed to contract foot-and-mouth disease. I’m happy to say that I actually came across this nugget of information yesterday on Plastic. As an anonymous (yet helpful) visitor related, the slaughterman in question was swinging a calf carcass over his head, when the creature’s distended stomach burst and the contents poured out – some of them going right into the unfortunate slaughterman’s open mouth. EWWWW. (Apparently Newsnight was the only program that gave the full and disgusting explanation.)

In other words, folks, don’t reach for the gas masks just yet. “Unless we all start gargling with cow stomach juices we are probably okay…”

Evidently that plan to perfume London Underground stations isn’t going so well…