There’s nothing better than hot chocolate — even overpriced ones — on a rainy morning. After a surf session.
You’ve seen ’em, danging from the back bumpers of trucks, an obnoxious oversized pair of plastic testicles.
Testicles. On the back bumper of a Toyota Tacoma next to a sticker that reads, “I love my wife,” just to re-emphasize the heterosexuality of the driver.
I honestly don’t get the whole need-to-express-my-manhood purpose of these danging plastic cojones. What does having plastic testicles on your truck prove? That your truck has balls?
Apparently, I’m not the only one who thinks these truck accessories are ridiculous, if not downright offensive.
In 2008 Florida senate lawmakers banned fake bull testicles that dangle from the trailer hitches of trucks and cars, calling these novelty items — with names like Trucker Nutz or Bumper Balls — offensive.
And last year the mayor of a Long Island village suspended its fire chief for 30 days because he refused to remove a pair of plastic testicles from a fire truck, according to the New York Post. Folks complained, calling the crude set offensive, insensitive and unprofessional.
But wait — it gets better.
Some guys are so fixated on their genitals they refuse to get their dogs neutered. So a Kansas City, Mo. company made a name for itself selling testicular implants for male pets. Yes, implants.
More than 425,000 pet owners have bought into Neuticals, the plastic replacement parts for male dogs. And they come in a variety of sizes for a variety of pets, from gerbils to Clydesdales. The cost can range up to $1,200 for a pair.
Does anyone have the balls to explain this to me?
The skies above Aina Haina don’t look menacing at all.
But that’s what I thought yesterday and look what happened.
Water spouts off Kakaako. Hail on Maui. Flooding on Oahu. People trapped in elevators. Thunderstorms everywhere.
That was some eventful evening last night, and forecasters say more severe weather is to come.
But the worst part about last night’s storm was the power outage. More than 60,000 customers — Kailua, Manoa, East Honolulu — were out of power for a good portion of the night.
And we had no idea what to do.
According to folks on Twitter — most via smartphones since Internet connections were down — some were stuck in traffic, some stayed at work and others — like me — pondered what to eat.
So instead of sitting in our darkened home, Derek and I grabbed the dogs and decided to chase thunderstorms.
We first went to Kuliouou, where the heavy clouds were too thick to see bolts. So we drove west, ending at Diamond Head lookout, where I snapped these shots. (To the right, the top photo was before, the second was after a large lightning episode.)
It was nothing I had ever seen before, the sky bursting with eye-straining light. Who needed power when you had a pyrotechnic show like this?
What was your Monday night like?
