Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for September 13, 2013

I’d hate to be the postman who delivers that message…

I’m not sure I want to order self-delivered fast food; could get lost or stolen (as well as get cold and rancid). Why am I not surprised about the pitchers’ birthdays on the same game? Ken Griffey, Sr. of the Seattle Mariners played alongside his son Ken, Jr. in the early 1990s who both became the first simultaneous father-son MLB teammates. As for the junk mail, that has to be some kind of federal offense.

that’s the last time i complain about crappy mail service

Homer had the happier birthday

I used to find paper trash clearly labeled with the name of local businesses in my yard from time to time. I started sending it back to them in envelopes with whatever cigarette butts and other trash that were lying around too. Didn’t solve the problem, but I felt better.

Way to many stats in baseball.

Read in the local paper recently, that several towns are setting up a DNA registry for dog poop. that way, they can identify the dog, and then fine the owner for cleaning up.

“OK, I’ll pick it up — and I’ll mail it to ya!” — line from “The George Carlin Show”

A few years ago I worked with a fellow who kept complaining that a neighbor dog came by every morning to wet down his shrubbery. I explained to him about electric fence chargers (he already had metal fencing around the shrubbery). The day after he installed a charger he came into work with the greatest grin I had ever seen on him and asked me, “Have you ever heard a dog scream?”

A few years ago I worked with a fellow who kept complaining that a neighbor dog came by every morning to wet down his shrubbery. I explained to him about electric fence chargers (he already had metal fencing around the shrubbery). The day after he installed a charger he came into work with the greatest grin I had ever seen on him and asked me, “Have you ever heard a dog scream?”