In a similar vein, every cricket venue has boxes of balls that have seen a particular amount of wear and tear.
A cricket ball is normally used for at least 80 6-ball overs. And its condition is an important part of the strategy of the game.
A days play usually consists of 90 overs. It’s up to the discretion of the captain of the fielding side if they want to replace it after those 480+ deliveries. The quicker bowlers will get more bounce, swing, and movement off the seam with a new ball, but the hardness of that new ball will also make it easier for the batting team to score quickly.
But occasionally the ball will become misshapen before that time and need to be replaced. So at every cricket venue there are boxes of old used balls that have gone through 10, 15, 20 overs, etc, waiting around for that eventuality.
Balloon popping fetish/porn. It’s out there. It exists. It has fucking pay sites. And still I don’t grok it.
I found out on this board not too long ago that there was a guy whose job it is to tend to some Royal Swans on an English river. He’s called “The Queen’s Royal Swan Manager” or something.
Bentonite is also the main component of cat litter. I was amused to see a giant “Fresh Step” factory when I last visited Wyoming.
Are there tours? Maybe herds of cats running the quality control program? Or an R&D department churning out “Weird uses for kitty litter” articles to expand the brand? Union busting dogs to keep the proletariat down?
I’m a bit freaked out by these new fangled green grapes that taste like cotton candy
That’s nothing. I made the mistake of looking for a picture of a tentacle for an assignment, and not turning my filters on. Brain Bleach Time. There is a sector of porn involving women being swallowed whole. Right next to this, there is a subsector involving giantesses chowing down on on tiny people. Connected to this is a subsubsector of giantesses stepping on people. And there are recreations of that last involving high heels and green plastic army men.
The universe is not only weirder than we imagine; it’s weirder than we can imagine.
I’ve found that most of this stuff is too incomprehensible to be disliked. The reaction is not ‘ick’; it’s ‘bwuh?’.
Grapples. I thought my sister was pranking me when she offered me one.
Is that for real? 
Breatharians, or airatarians. I first saw it as a goofy punchline in a movie, but then I found out it’s real.
I should have used :eek: instead of since I don’t doubt the grapes are real. I want some!
What I came to post when I saw the title.
I’ve eaten them. They’re okay but I’m not seeing the cotton candy connection. They’re sweeter than average and have a mild grape flavor so I guess they taste like cotton candy to the extent that cotton candy is basically unflavored sugar.
Well, that’s disappointing. 
The mantis shrimp. I did not know that this shrimp species has the finest color vision in the animal kingdom, and can accelerate its claws at 10,500 g! It is one of the most violent extremists in the animal kingdom.
Camouflage condoms.
If you think about it really is the inevitable pinnacle of techno-societal evolution, but no one saw it coming.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophiocordyceps_unilateralis
Mind control fungus
He’s Marker of the Swans, and he runs the annual Swan Upping on the Thames.
It’s a 12th century relic, that nowadays oversees the welfare of all swans in the UK. Kind of a cool job, I think 
i really got off on this one!