You may remember TruckerDeluxe.com’s own B-Dawg from the 2011 Paleo Challenge or from his Tequila-sipping pose on the front page of the site back in spring. When B-Dawg was informed of the tragic death of one of his heroes, CKY/Jackass star Ryan Dunn, earlier this week, he combined the two into a spontaneous tequila challenge, with some staple chest, salt rails and lime squirts to the eye, to create the above video tribute to Ryan Dunn. It also gave us a chance to launch our new TruckerDeluxe branded YouTube channel. Subscribe and keep updated on new products, style tips and pretty much anything else we feel like doing when we’ve had a few cocktails. RIP Ryan Dunn
News is breaking today that legendary surfer Andy Irons has passed away at the age of 32. Though it hasn’t been confirmed, sources are saying his death was the result of Dengue fever. Whatever the reason, the surfing world is in mourning for one of the best in the business. RIP Andy Irons.
In this surveillance video, a Korean dude gets mega bummed that the elevator doors close right before he gets there, so he rams them with this scooter, and then falls to his death, winning himself, posthumously, the 2010 Darwin award. Congrats! You can’t really blame this dude for getting so pissed though, I mean, on the TV commercials they make it look like those scooters can go pretty much anywhere.
Quan Quan, the Chinese Panda made famous by giving birth to seven cubs in captivity, was killed when she was accidentally gassed to death with carbon monoxide and chlorine by workers cleaning out an abandoned air raid shelter. Whoops:
An autopsy released on Tuesday revealed that the 21-year-old panda, Quan Quan, inhaled the gases that were being used to disinfect a nearby former air raid shelter. The toxic gases caused her lungs to collapse and despite attempts to save her, Quan Quan died in the hospital. Zoo officials say that the gases had come through ventilation pipes that the zoo shared with the raid shelter. Activists are already pointing to Quan Quan’s death as another indication of how zoos should improve their treatment of animals in captivity.
“These pandas are being bred for a life in captivity,” said Kati Loeffler, a veterinary advisor for the International Fund for Animal Welfare. “Why are they being bred? Just so they can circulate through zoos and live next to old air raid shelters?”
No dummy! They’re being bred in captivity so people can make money off them, and the public at large can feel the warm happy sense of “preserving” wildlife while simultaneously carrying on with lifestyles that virtually ensure the destruction of the majority of our natural world. DUH!
In his new book, Dr. George Nichopoulos – who was the personal physician to Elvis Presley for the last decade of his life and was there the day he died-says that the King died not from heart problems, as long reported, but rather chronic constipation:
The doctor, who attempted to resuscitate Elvis on the day of his death, said that it wasn’t until the autopsy that he realised how severe the constipation had been. According to Dr Nichopoulos, the autopsy found Elvis’s colon to be five to six inches in diameter, compared to an average of two to three inches. And rather than the standard four to five feet long, Elvis’s colon was eight to nine feet.
Dr Nichopoulos also says that Elvis’s weight gain in the years before his death was at least partly due to his constipation.‘During the last few years we were going back and comparing pictures, some of them were taken just two weeks a part but he looked like he’d gained 20 pounds when the only difference was that he had a good healthy bowel movement and then lost a lot of weight from that,’ he said.He said that although he offered Elvis a colostomy, to remove part of his bowel, his pride meant he rejected the treatment. And Dr Nichopoulos thinks that if Elvis had undergone the treatment he might still be alive today. “He would get embarrassed, he’d have accidents onstage,” said Dr. Nichopoulos. “He’d have to change clothes and come back because of the way we were trying to treat his constipation.”
I did always think late-career white jumpsuit Elvis had a “I just shit my pants” kind of look. I guess the moral of the story here is, don’t do drugs, but if you do do drugs, at least get some dulcalax in the mix every once in awhile so you don’t end up with six months worth of shit piled up in your nine foot colon, or if all else fails, don’t let anybody cut you open after you die because then they’ll write a book about it 30 years later.






