Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for January 09, 2025

Wicker seats must have been the lightest seats available.

I find the poop story unbelievable. Maybe in the woods but not in the comfort of my own bathroom.

There’s only 30 people on Foula, so they can do whatever they want.

Proof that God has a well developed sense of humor.

It’s all the ceremony and routine around those 20 seconds.

What does the Julian Calendar have to do with shifting the dates? As a programmer, I know the Julian day is simply 1-365.

NYC subways had wicker rattan seats.

So the Julian calendar runs later than the current one. Does that mean he’s not dead yet?

John decided to go golfing in Scotland with his buddy, Keith, so they loaded up John’s minivan and headed north…

After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard, so they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door, if they could spend the night.

“I realize it’s terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed.” she explained. “And I’m afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.”

“Don’t worry.” John said. “We’ll be happy to sleep in the barn and if the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first light.”

The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.

Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way and enjoyed a great weekend of golf.

But about nine months later, John got an unexpected letter from an attorney.

It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the golf weekend.

He dropped in on his friend Keith and asked, “Keith, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our golf holiday in Scotland about 9 months ago?”

“Yes, I do.” said Keith.

“Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?”

“Well, um, yes!” Keith said, a little embarrassed about being found out, “I have to admit that I did.”

“And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?”

Keith’s face turned beet red and he said, “Yeah, look, I’m sorry, buddy. I’m afraid I did. Why do you ask?”

“Well, she just died and left me everything.”

Takes me longer than 20 seconds…

Anyone who keeps company with dogs will tell you different….gotta sniff EVERYWHERE to find the most righteous spot and THEN lets nature take it’s course….

As a young person I never understood why people needed reading material in the bathroom. In and out. As an older person I now understand completely. New reading material almost daily.

Russians also celebrate those holidays on those days. Tradition

That’s because elephants and cats don’t know how to read

I can poop faster than I can walk, which is a real problem when I’m trying to get to the toilet.

The invention of the heated outhouse did indeed allow for the increase in time a human took to drop deuce.

I’m reminded of a joke I have conveyed on GC before:

Old guy #1 says “I got it bad, I wake up at 7 am and can’t pee until 8 am.”

Old guy #2 says “you think that’s bad, I wake up at 7 am and can’t poop until 8 am.”

Old guy #3 says “I got it the worse, I pee and poop like a racehorse every day at 7 am.”

The other two say “What’s bad about that?”

Old guy #3 says “I don’t wake up until 8 am!”

Wicker seats for less weight.

Depends on how old the pooper is.

If I bring my Kindle in there…

Flew from Ulan Baatar to South Gobi in essentially a canvas camp chair.

Well, I guess I am not a mammal then.

woo hoo Im above average!