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Will Smith is turning 40? That's not possible, he's the Fresh Prince. He's young, like me.

Crap.

(That's right Mom, I said crap. Cover your eyes if it's too shocking.)

Some other things I don't believe but that are supposedly true:

The word "queue" is the only word in the English language that is still pronounced the same way when the last four letters are removed.

Tourists visiting Iceland should know that tipping at a restaurant is considered an insult.

When glass breaks, the cracks move faster than 3,000 miles per hour. To photograph the event, a camera must shoot at a millionth of a second.

Months that begin on a Sunday will always have a "Friday the 13th."

Coca-Cola would be green if coloring weren’t added to it.

What is called a "French kiss" in the English speaking world is known as an "English kiss" in France.

"Almost" is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

"Rhythm" is the longest English word without a vowel.

In 1386, a pig in France was executed by public hanging for the murder of a child

A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off. (That's just gross.)

Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.

Slugs have 4 noses.

Comments

Anonymous said…
So when you cut off a cockraoch head, which end stays alive and more importantly how does one know it is still alive? It sounds like the myth that hair and fingernails continue to grow after death...
JustRandi said…
Well those are just plain interesting.

And cockroaches and slugs... ewww.

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