Talk About A Brown Eye
Ok, look, I don’t want to alarm anyone or anything, but recent developments have made it clear to anyone who hasn’t been drinking varnish that we are all doomed. First it was robotic sparrows, then it was cinder block throwing robo-mules and internet-assisted evil rat brains. Now we’ve got tadpoles that see out of their asses. Science has officially run amok, and it is obvious that if we want to survive as a species we must learn to burrow deep underground like the mole-people. We also need to start fucking like rabbits on Viagra, although some of us have gotten off to a head start in this regard (*cough* Tara Reid *cough*).
Yes, tadpoles now see out of their asses, thanks to researchers at Tufts University. In what one news outlet referred to as a “deeply weird experiment”, Tufts researchers grafted eyeballs on the ass-end of a tadpole so that we may know once and for all the ramifications of genetic research undertaken while incredibly stoned. Trust me, I did a lot of “deeply weird” things in college, and every single one of them involved drugs.
The only other possible explanation for this behavior would be small children, because this is the kind of research my two sons, ages four and six, would undertake. There is not one thing on this planet that they can’t turn into something incredibly hilarious by introducing butts. We go to the zoo to see nature’s majesty up close and all they can talk about for the next six months is how the baboons had purple butts. They’ll discuss it at school, draw pictures of purple butts, even bring it up to police officers when daddy gets pulled over for speeding. Butts, butts, butts, butts, butts. It never ends.
The other day, my kids were playing with LEGOs, which I encourage because every moment they’re playing with LEGOs is one less moment they’re putting fireworks into the dog. They were quiet for a good 45 minutes before my eldest son approached me with his creation. “Look, daddy! I made a bathroom!”
And he had. He’d made a LEGO bathroom complete with shower stall, sink, and yes, a toilet. Amazingly, he had an actual lever on the toilet that moved as well as a toilet paper dispenser. He and his brother demonstrated its use with the help of a miniature LEGO character repurposed from the LEGO Star Wars universe.
Six year old: Ok, see, the LEGO guy needs to go potty, so he comes in here, pulls down his pants…
Four year old: …And poops! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Six year old: (makes fart noises)
Four year old: HAHAHAHA!!! (makes more fart noises) HAHAHAHA!!!
Six year old: And there’s so much poop it fills up the potty and he starts pooping in the shower!
Four year old: HAHAHAHAHA!!!! (makes fart noises)
Six year old: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Police Officer: Sir, if you are on your way to take your kids to day care, I’m totally willing to overlook the fact that you were driving 110 mph in a hospital zone.
Trust me, if my boys grow up and go on to cure all known diseases, they won’t be as proud of themselves as they were the day they made a LEGO potty.
I know juvenile commode-humor when I see it, and I’m willing to bet that the Tufts researchers lost some sort of wager with a toddler. Any parent who has ever pleaded with a toddler to go to sleep knows how this happens. “Yes, daddy will invent a tadpole with eyes on his butt if you would just go to sleep!“
(Luckily, boys grow out of this phase, because if they didn’t you’d have grown men posting stories on the internet about tadpoles with ass-eyes, stool refusal, and shit-smeared rooms. And we can’t have that. Not on the internet!)
So we’re fucked. Our tax dollars are being used to fund increasingly bizarre scientific advances that push the boundaries of federally funded giggle-fits, and at the end of the day we’re being attacked by robotic animals or stared at by frog-asses, the latter obviously an attempt to disable the male population before they can defend themselves.
Typical Guy: Hahaha! That frog has eyes on its ass! Hahaha! Hahaha! Haha-AAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!
Mark my words, you’ll know that the end is near when they invent lizards that can reenact episodes of The Bachelor, because then the women will be totally incapacitated and there will be nothing to stop our new cyborg animal overlords.
It is clear that we need to prepare, get ready to fight to the death and do anything to save our… Hang on… Is that?… It is! Hahaha! A squirrel with tits! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Haha-AAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!
Hells bells I think with your kids’ lego building past time you clearly explained how tufts came to put eyeballs on assholes. but really, I am speechless about the entire experiment. In fact- normally I would take a story like this and go read about it to try and find the logic- but in this case, I just don’t want to. I am tired of finding excuses for human behavior.
In other query- Why exactly do we always seem to listen to what ever comes out of the annals of the Tufts Research Labs? What gives Tufts authority on anything? I don’t even know where this university (if that’s its real purpose) is located.
Apparently Tufts is located near Boston. Lotta drinking going on in that part of the country. Just sayin’.
Those are some talented kids. Perhaps they will create dogs that can use the toilet and walk themselves. Bryan from Family Guy.
I’d be happy if they’d consistently use the toilet themselves. I still live in the world of occasional accidents, and after 12 years (the age of my oldest), it’s starting to get really old.
You know, I’m going to agree with Juice, a small part of me wants to know why they decided to put eyes on a tadpole’s ass, but really? I don’t want to know. Drugs or a promise to a six-year-old are as good an explanation as any.
Third possibility: A dare. Never underestimate the idiocy possible when someone is dared to do something.
Me: Do you want to put eyes on a tadpole’s butt?
Son: No.
I think I got a broken kid.
Hmmm… I’d be concerned if I were you. Try this, expose him to something incredibly immature, such as FOX News, and see if he shows any improvement.
He does think farting on me is funny, so I have to assume all is not lost.
I did question my 3-year-old, just moments ago.
me: Do you want to put eyes on a tadpole’s butt?
him: Nope. I don’t like eyes on a tadpole’s butt.
me: What do you want to put on a tadpole’s butt?
him: Bluh-bluh, tadpole’s butt. I like to have frog butts.
Okay.
That’s better. The fact that he already had an opinion about eyes on a tadpole’s butt is very reassuring.
All I can afford is varnish until I fill this shopping cart with cans.
Good job on your research, fellows. Is this really the Scientific American page?
Because it’s very “Omni”.
I used to have a subscription to Omni when I was a kid. I’m still pissed that I’m not flying my nuclear-powered jet pack to a gravity-free amusement park on the moon.
Science things is weird.
Woah, didn’t mean to hit “submit comment” on that one….
At least not until I said something about my own boys and their poop humor. But now I’m in a hurry to save my good name in the world of blog commenting so I have to pump this one out…
I so admire the scientific brain. It has a type of creativity that I don’t posses. The tadpole eye/ass guys are just a really bizarre example.
Heather, with your talent, humor, and total lack of foul language, you’d be hard pressed to sully your name.
Sometimes I wished you go f-bomb crazy, just so we could see what that was like. (If you want, I’ll give you my mother-in-law’s email address. BCC me.)
Oh I have some foul words that I save for special occasions. They are like donut holes. Once I start, I just can’t stop…
I don’t have to think about tadpole ass-eyes because your boys’ toilet demonstration made me laugh so hard.
I don’t know what that says about me.
(makes fart noises)
I should sell tickets to my house. The boys are a laugh riot.