The Love Child Of Mister Rogers And Siegfried Discovers The Holy Grail Of Slingshot Ammo: The Chainsaw

I Wish He Had Time To Go Over What To Do If Some Great Homicidal Maniac Comes After You With A Bunch Of Loganberries

It's Only 115 Percent Better Than Transformers, And On A Budget Of 116 Percent Less

Epic stop-motion goodness.

The Loneliest Chair In The World

The helmet cam, brought somewhere where bringing a helmet cam is awesome.

Winner Of School Talent Show Probably Didn't Know It Was A Talent Show, Just Acts Like That All The Time

Do you want KARATE?

Extreme Freestyle Wheelbarrowing. Catch The Excitement!

This is why we need a ten-day waiting period for all garden implement purchases.

Why, Sometimes I've Believed As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast

You guys remember Icarus, don't you? Well, this is Icarus' little brother. The one they didn't mention much. He wore that helmet you see in the video on the school bus. Licked the windows. Ate paste. You remember him in Geography class, don't you? He thought the Ottoman Empire was a furniture store. Yea, that's him; that's the guy. He believes he can fly.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who knows that every man should believe in something, and generally has it covered by believing he'd like another drink)

Snow-Man Cave

The true Borderline Sociopathic Boy builds his own man cave in the winter. It's usually warmer in there than the living room in your house, because dad keeps reading the oil bill and turning the thermostat down.

Apparently, Skydiving Is Now Like Crossing The Street In Kindergarten: Everyone Hold Hands!

However did the author of this video avoid the temptation to use It's Raining Men for the soundtrack? The one he used is just as awful, so you might as well get the bad joke in, I always say.

I Get The Impression...

And please, try to understand, it's just a vague feeling -- a hunch, as it were... No! An inkling. That's what it is. An Inkling!

Anyway, I have an inkling that these boys know how to empty the bottles in the first place.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who I am certain is capable of emptying the bottles, because I've seen him do it, for sending that one along)

And Yet, No Matter How Much You're Willing To Pay, You Can't Find A Good Chimney Sweep

I'm as borderline a borderline boy as you can be, but when I act like a dang fool up on a roof, I at least bring a few shingles and a hammer.

That's Funny. "Puerto Rico Freefall Festival" Is The Name Of My Menudo Tribute Band. But I Digress

I Think Dante Was On Deadline And Stopped Before He Got To The Circle In Hell Full Of Russian Accordionists

Bonus points for Trololo!

(Thanks to Жерар from Американский Digest for sending that one along)

Remember, Kids: Chicks Dig A Digger

It's telling that you can find dozens of dupes of this video on the Intertunnels, and not one person that uploads it has any idea what to call a front end loader. Our little operator in the video is only five years old, according to the video -- and looks it -- and he's deftly operating it, while the entire population of the Intertunnel is at a loss as to what to even call a machine that does real work in the real world.

Typing gibberish with your thumbs is not an important skill, kids. Get one.

(Thanks to BSBFB devotee Joan of Argghh for sending that one along)

Ski Faster, The Mountain Is Gaining On You

Fellow survived that, with a broken collar bone.

Dog said: Let's go again!

Everyone Needs A Hobby

My hobby is not building an entire train in my basement. Other people's hobbies might differ:





(Thanks to our west coast correspondent, Denton Fender at American Digest, for sending that one along)

Dashcam Video? Check. Cyrillic Alphabet? Check. Mind-Blowing Outcome? Of Course!

I'm beginning to wonder if anything ordinary happens in Russia.

The Borderline Cyrillic Blog For Boys, Distilled

Ah, mother Russia. The land of scrambled limbs and dashcams. Folderol and self-immolation. Their coat of arms is a fork in an outlet; their national anthem is a whoopee cushion under a faceplant. God bless them, and keep them. He must have a big collection of them by now; they burn bright but don't last long.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along. He's moved halfway to Russia to observe them more closely)

It's A LEGO LEGO Sorting Machine. And No, I Don't Stutter

Tomorrow he's going to build a contrivance that builds a machine that sorts LEGO blocks. On Sunday, he's going to build an apparatus that builds a gizmo to build a machine to sort LEGO blocks. On Monday ...

Reporter Is Mousy, But He's Game

The Vice Channel sends out a semi-intrepid reporter to the Big Sandy Shoot in Arizona.

Vice tries to cultivate a wild and crazy image about themselves. But considered dispassionately, they're the real squares, doing real reporting. Interesting and compelling things are going on in the world, and they go and look at them and report what they've seen. That's what reporting is, or at least what it used to be. No other news organization I know of would have used that gathering as anything but a pretext for a camouflaged editorial.

By being a kneejerk oppositionist, any other reporter would have missed out on discovering that shooting big guns is fun, and interesting, and the people that do it in Arizona seem like pleasant, friendly, and avuncular folks.

Super Slow-Motion Clay Pigeon Shooting Is A Blast

Please exhibit trigger discipline at all times, unless that guitar player walks in front of you.

Let's Hear It For The Redneck Aircraft Carrier

We're Thinking Of Changing Our Name To The Borderline Cyrillic Blog For Boys

Climb into a plastic sphere and get rolled down a ski slope by the low bidder in a country where vodka is one of the four food groups. Brilliant!

The Borderline Sociopathic Boy's Guide To Rugby

What was that second thing, again? I missed it. Better watch it again.

2012 Highland Park, Michigan Firefighter Helmetcam

(Tedious, potty-mouthed rap soundtrack)



Somehow or another, these heavyweights answer the bell, round after round. Living on the Borderline.

Perhaps The Original Borderline Sociopathic Boy's Job: Driving The Fire Truck

That's 1926. Of course if you want really old, how about 1893?





Remember the BSBFB motoring motto: If you don't like my driving, stay off the sidewalk.

If At First You Don't Succeed, Bang On Your Mini MiG With Spanners Until You Get The Damn Thing Off The Ground

Boy, I wish Australians spoke English, so I knew what they were saying. Anyhoosis, this barefoot fellow only needs to mount a camera and gun on this thing, and he'd immediately have the twentieth-most effective air force on Earth.

(Thanks to at least the twentieth-most effective Borderline Sociopath on the Intertunnel, Gerard, at American Digest, for sending that one along)