Brett Favre hit in groin by football

It hasn't been the magical season that Brett Favre had thought it would be. The Vikings are 1-3, Favre is beat up, and to make matter's worse this happens during practice.



Now for the Hans Moleman Production, "Man Getting Hit By Football":

Spokane woman finds cat in used couch

Why do the best stories always seem to happen in Spokane? For a smaller city it sure seems to make the "Wall of Weird" a lot.

Take this story I came across today in the Spokesman-Review.

SPOKANE, Wash. — The mysterious mewing in Vickie Mendenhall's home started about the time she bought a used couch for $27. After days of searching for the source of the noise, she found a very hungry calico cat living in her sofa.

Her boyfriend, Chris Lund, was watching TV on Tuesday night and felt something move inside the couch. He pulled it away from the wall, lifted it up and there was the cat, which apparently crawled through a small hole on the underside.

Mendenhall contacted Value Village, where she bought the couch, but the store had no information on who donated it. So she took the cat to SpokAnimal CARE, the animal shelter where she works, so it could recover, and contacted media outlets in hopes of finding the owner.

Sure enough, Bob Killion of Spokane showed up to claim the cat on Thursday after an acquaintance alerted him to a TV story about it. Killion had donated a couch on Feb. 19, and his 9-year-old cat, Callie, disappeared at about the same time.

So it was that last line that really got me to chuckle. That he donated his couch and about that time the cat disappeared. Here's how I think the whole thing went down.

Wife: "Honey, get rid of this couch!"
Man: "But that's my favorite sitting spot. And the cat loves that couch too."
Wife: "I don't care. I want it gone by this evening. Donate it or burn it. I don't care."
Man: "Fine fine."
(Returning to house after donating it)
Man: "Well, the couch is gone. Now where am I supposed to sit."
Wife: "Funny you should mention that. Tomorrow we're going shopping."
Man: "Great."
Wife: "By the way, have you seen the cat?"
Man: "No, it's probably sad cause it's favorite couch is gone. As am I."
Wife: "I bet you let her out while you were moving the couch! I'm gonna slug you!"

A few days later and still no cat, the man is watching the news while sitting on the new couch his wife bought.

Man: "Stupid new couch. I had the perfect butt imprint in that good ol' couch."
Wife: "What was that honey?"
Man: "I was just saying how much I loved this couch."
Wife: "Quiet, the news is on."

Watching the news.

Man: "Hey Ma! The cat's on TV!"
Wife: "It is! That's our cat. They found her in that stupid old couch of yours. You know it's all your fault."
Man: "My fault?"
Wife: "Well, if you wouldn't have had such an ugly couch, I wouldn't of had to give it away. And the cat wouldn't have gotten lost. It's all your fault."
Man: "But I ju....."
Wife: "Enough! Go get the cat."

Iowa department not going by DOA

The state of Iowa decided not to change the name of their Department of Elderly Affairs to Department on Aging.

The main reason for this is that the Department on Aging would go by DOA. DOA, also the common hospital term for Dead on Arrival, was frowned on by the state lawmakers.

They assumed that a department for the elderly probably should go by something that means dead.

I think they may have a point here.

And in this current terrible housing market, we now need to talk to the Department of Housing. Or for short they go by D'oh!

Couple drives 100 miles with cobra in the car

A south African couple was enjoying a road trip, when things took a turn for the worse. 

No somebody didn't need to go to the bathroom ever 20 minutes, no they didn't run out of gas, no they didn't pick up a guy holding a chainsaw.

They discovered a spitting cobra was riding along in their car with them.

Gordon Parratt, 69, felt the 85-centimetre (33-inch) long snake wind itself around his leg while he was driving.

At first he thought an insect had brushed his leg and swiped it away, but when he looked down he saw the snake next to his left foot, the report said.

"Fortunately I'm not the panicky type. My wife immediately put her feet up on the dashboard," said Parratt.

Yeah, no thanks. If that were Casey and I driving two things would probably happen (1) I would crash the car while screaming like a four-year old and (2) Casey would jump out of the window screaming like a four-year old. What can I say? Venomous snakes inside cars aren't our sort of thing.

Good thing we live in the Northwest, where our venomous snake is the Homer Simpson of venomous snakes: the rattlesnake.

"Oh well I think I'll just hang out here on this rocks in this mountainous region where nobody lives and sleep for about eight hours. If anyone comes comes around they'll certainly know I'm here because I get pissed and start rattling my tail. If that a rat? MMMmm Dinner. That will feed me for months and then I can just lay on my back all day. Man waaay better than riding in a car, let me tell you."

With my luck though I'll probably get bitten by one just for saying that on my way to the Spokane Arena tonight for State B Basketball. Just you wait, it will happen.

"Ginger bitten when snake flies out of sun visor"