Go Fast. Take Chances

No, Really, Mom; Dad -- You Don't Have To Worry When You're Out Of Town. My Friends And I Are Just Going To Work On An Engineering, Gravity, Friction, Hydraulics And Deceleration Experiment. For School. Yeah, That's It. It's Science. That's The Ticket

Can't help but notice one guy is already in a sling.

Pretty Much The Entire Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Ethos Summed Up In 33 Seconds

Is there any doubt this woman will show him a little somethin'-somethin' later? You know, after the Dos Equis?

Jumming. Druggling. Multitasking. Whatever

Borderline Moms Know That Viral Videos Are Contagious, And Sometimes Lethal

And another thing; if I have to watch another little twerp unbox a forty dollar Nerf gun, I'm going postal.

One Does Not Simply Boogaloo Into Morder

My bad; I guess you can.

She Blinded Me With Easter Science

Cadbury Eggs can't really be considered food if you ask me, so I'd categorize this as a biological warfare experiment.

(Thanks to Borderline Sociopathic Boy Misterarthur for sending that one along)

Gilligan's Architect

I've seen pictures of this massive toothpick structure here and there on the Intertunnel for quite a while, but the maker's monologue explaining each part of the contraption makes the thing ten times as enjoyable. His manifest love for the city, and his ability to integrate an enormous swath of the doings of its denizens in toothpicks is remarkable.



I think he has something stuck in his teeth.

(Thanks to Stan for sending that one along)

This LEGO Robotic LEGO Sorting Machine Made Of LEGO Blocks Sorts Blocks Made From LEGO Blocks By Color. LEGO.

From Tinkernology:

This system uses four Lego parallel robots which are fed by two conveyor belts. As items flow down the conveyor belt toward the robots, each item passes by a light/color sensor mounted on each conveyor. When the item is detected, a signal is sent to the robots telling them information such as the color of the object, which belt the object is on and the position of the object on the belt. The robot reaches out and grabs the item from the moving conveyor belt when each item gets close enough and moves it to a location based on the color of the item.

The cell is capable of picking and placing objects at a rate of 48 items per minute. Each robot can move 12 items per minute, or it can move an item in 5 seconds!

You know what they say: Hands that pick up LEGOs never pick up chicks. He's smart to make a machine to do it for him, leaving him more time to be the Dos Equis guy.

Gilligan's Rollercoaster

Pedal faster. Grizzlies are gaining on us.

The Great Luge Of China

Bah. A truly dedicated videographer would have sawed his feet off to improve the shot.

The Borderline Boy Measures Himself Against The Forces Of Nature

For a productive purpose, not just amusement, is always best.



Fish and Potoatoes, by the "Norwegian hippie band Boknakaran by Rune Lindbæk, and was released on Idjut Boys' Noid Recordings. Original lyrics by Helge Stangnes. Video editing by Tösch."

The Essential Difference Between Men And Women. Lesson One: Advertising

Shave and get drunk! Indeed. Just don't do it in the opposite order, or we'll be reading about you in the papers tomorrow.

Tony Stark Was A Piker

Icarus Was A Piker

Cheese-Eating Firefighter Monkeys

French Firefighter Olympics. The fire surrenders.



(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)

"It's Free And You Can Do What You Like"

Step One: Point Gun At Little Fellow. Step Two: ?????? Step Three: Go Buy Another Gun To Point At Little Fellow

Don't ask me about step two. I'm a lover, not a fighter.

I'm Not Sure It's Even Possible To Go Surfing Without Getting Your Feet Wet, But I Think This Guy Just Did It

The Borderline Sociopathic Boy is insouciant, even if he can't spell it.

The True Borderline Boy Has No Problem Picking Up Chicks, But This Is Good Practice, I Guess

Not To Say I'm A Slob, But Stuff Like This Happens In My House Without Any Preparation

Exclusive Footage Of Typical Borderline Blog For Boys Readers Commuting To Work

Remember! Lights on for safety.

Don't Be Afraid In The Woods. I've Got Your Bach

Longboard Faster! I Hear Banjo Music

How Do You Spell Whoo! In Cyrillic?

Russian wakeboarding.

In 1972, We Just Called It Recess

Come At Me Bro

Dear Secret Service:

I've been thinking of going into your line of work, but a cursory tour of YouTube delivers some pretty frightening stuff. Guns that fire thousands of rounds a minute. Shoulder fired rockets that could pluck a plane from the sky with a touch of a button. There are fellows out there that have some sort of apparatus that shoots hand grenades like a rocket! No, really; it's true, I've seen it.

All these guys seem to have a thermos full of polonium and really scary knives and all manner of pistols and explosive devices on their persons at all times, too. I mean, you could attack them in the shower or when they're taking a poop and they'd still mess you up. That sort of thing is not for me, that's for sure.

But you guys get good dental plans and a half-decent retirement, and you get to ride in fancy motorcades and whatnot, so there must be some sort of job you guys could give me. I know! Why don't you make me special agent in charge of protecting the President's melons and exercise equipment from slender guys dressed like a wine steward armed with combat umbrellas. I'm pretty sure I could handle that. Well, if you gave me a gun. Mom won't even let me have a BB gun.


(Thanks to Sam Dunkin for sending that one along, and for all the donuts over the years)

Oh Dear. Clearly, Space Technology In Austria Yet To Reach The Level Of Throwing Things Up In The Air

Fred Willard-grade narration of a hill climb contest.



(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)

You Have To Wear A Uniform With Your Name On The Pocket, But Other Than That, It's Nothing Like Being A Maytag Repair Man

(Thanks to Brian Erb for sending that one along)

Teddy Roosevelt. That's It. Just Teddy Roosevelt

Pretty much the poster boy, icon, example and raison d'etre of this blog, all wrapped up in a rumpled tweed suit and topped with a battered hat.