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nonamenews - late edition

Well, I'm not sure you'd call these stories news, but they are nevertheless interesting, and do pass our criteria here at nonamenews as news you never thought you could use.

File this one in Ripley's Believe It Or Not. Westwood Village Memorial Park cemetery - where many a star-struck dead Hollywood entertainer enters the next world - is having a devil of a time finding a crypt-mate for Marilyn Monroe. Attempts to sell the final resting spot above Ms Monroe's have failed, including two recent tries on eBay. The spot beside her is a different matter. Playboy porn publisher Hugh Hefner bought that one several years back for $75,000. I wonder if the second story one was available back then. Who more than Hugh Hefner would want to spend an eternity on top of Marilyn Monroe?

I don't know how I missed this one but it appears what once was science fiction will soon become the first real listing in the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. That's right, Barcelona based architects say they're on track to complete their Galactic Suite Space resort by 2012. The price for a 3 day stay? 15 sunrises and a trip around Earth every 80 minutes can be yours for this one time only offer of $4.4 million dollars. Ladies? There isn't even a man in the moon, so you'll have to bring along your own.

Dat's a big-ah meat-ah ball! Nonni's Italian Eatery restaurant in Concord, New Hampshire is proud home to the largest meatball in the world as authenticated by the Guinness Book of Records and owner Matthew Mitnisky has a plaque to prove it. Speaking of which he and his customers will likely have a lot of plaque once they've finished jawing their way through the 225.5 ground beef orb. Can't you imagine three weeks down the road when everybody pushes their chairs back from their tables and utters in unison "I can't believe I ate the whole thing" followed by echos of "plop-plop-fizz-fizz".

And to close out, here's a little clipping I came across recently. It'll only take a short minute or two to read.

Further research (you see what I do for you) has exposed this as a hoax. The circus performer, a flamboyant fortune teller by trade, is alive and well and keeping his distance from hippos. Yes that's right, this small medium is still living large!


Me-Me King said…
I sure would like to see the bowl they mixed this 225.5 meatball in. Can you imagine the size of the pasta?
Don said…
$4.4 million for all of that ain't bad. Seriously, by today's standards for wealthy? That price should be easily covered by thousands of people should they choose to take that little getaway. Does it mention what the tips are for valet parking and a shoe shine?
I suppose it's not that funny when someone is eaten by a hippopotamus,, IS funny!
nonamedufus said…
Me-Me: It might take a couple of says to boil water for that spaghetti.
nonamedufus said…
Don: At that rate it may be a while before I vacation on the moon. At that price when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's a-more, eh?
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ettarose said…
I do not like meatballs. They can have all they want. When they make the world's largest Chimichanga, then I am in! Hey noname, Ida dumped about 6 inches of rain and it is still raining today. Creek was up about 8 feet!
nonamedufus said…
ettarose: That'd be a lot of Chimichanga, aye carumba! And that sounds like a lot of rain. Hope you're high and dry.
ReformingGeek said…
I wonder if dwarfs taste like chicken.
nonamedufus said…
R.G.:ha,ha,ha - excellent question.
Knucklehead said…
Small medium is living large. Groan.

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