Oooh, this one is pretty ruthless... I didn't think South Park would do this one so soon.  Look at the pic with the stingray hanging out of him!

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LONDON, England (CNN) -- The cartoon series "South Park" has never been shy of courting controversy, but its latest episode has caused outrage by featuring the recently deceased Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin.

Swearing and random death and destruction are staples of the cartoon, which has been broadcast since 1997. Irwin, killed by a stingray's barb while snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef in September is the latest celebrity to be lampooned by the show.

The episode, aired in the U.S. earlier this week, shows Satan preparing to host a Halloween fancy dress party. Other guests include Princess Diana, Hitler and rapper Notorious B.I.G. Critics have been appalled by the Irwin character's depiction in a bloodstained shirt and with a stingray still attached to his chest.

John Beyer of UK TV watchdog Mediawatch said: "This is such bad taste and the makers of 'South Park' should review their decision to show it. Steve's family are still grieving.

"To lampoon somebody's death like that is unacceptable and so soon after the event is grossly insensitive.''

"South Park" maker Comedy Central defended the episode. A spokesperson for the company said: "It has offended people in the past and probably will again. Regular watchers would not be shocked."

The show holds the record for the most swear words spoken in one program, and regularly takes pot-shots at celebrities and makes fun of politics and religion.

Some tamer examples include George Clooney, mocked for his politically motivated Oscar acceptance speech, and lampooning Tom Cruise and John Travolta for their belief in Scientology. One episode with a depiction of a bleeding Virgin Mary so upset the Catholic Church that it was pulled from repeats of the series.

When I was in Hong Kong there were ton's of funny signs written in terrible english.  I came across a few pics and thought everyone would get a kick outta them.  I don't think I saw many correctly written english signs the entire time I was there.

Here's some examples mentioned from BBC's Website:

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A lot of common errors were transposing errors, for example: First Aid Centre was Fivst Aicl Centrt. Another sign read: Help potect the cultural relecs, help protect the railings.
Mark Quan, Toronto, Ontario


I have two favourites from spending many years working in China. At the Terracotta Warriors Museum in Xi'an a sign said "Cherishing Flowers and Trees" which meant "keep off the grass". The other on a cruise on the Yangtse River, "Don't Bother" instead of "Do not Disturb" on the cabin doors. There were many others but these always made me smile.
Lee Tomkow, Santa Barbara, California


Whilst living in Beijing about a year ago, I came across a park in a residential area in the Shunyi district which (although intended for use as a 'dog park') was translated to 'Dog-Bark Park'. Not to mention an apartment building which, for some bizarre reason beyond my knowledge was named "An Australian Lady and Her Lifestyle".
James, Spring, TX, USA


At the Simatai section of the Great Wall of China there is a sign that reads: People and flowers, plants help each other in breath, if you pick the flowers they will die, and you will reduce your life too. A lovely message somehow gone somewhat wrong.
Ollie Boothroyd, Windsor, UK


"Site of jumping umbrella" (paragliding site)
Michael Pye, Cambridge, UK


"No striding". On a menu: "The oil explodes the shrimp". "Pleasant aftertaste". On a sign: "Keep fire in safe hands, we live in a safe world."
Emily, Bremerton, WA, USA


My favourite is: "Please take advantage of the chambermaids" on a hotel brochure.
Andrei Pogonaru, Bucharest, Romania


At one of the bigger train stations (and I'm kicking myself right now because I can't remember which one!) there is a huge, and I mean huge, sign which states simply "Question Authority". Remember, this is an incredibly heavily controlled officially Communist state. The sign is merely pointing to the help desk.
Peter Douglas, Edinburgh


The taps in my hotel room in Beijing had a fancy engraved sign "No Drinking Without Dealing" - I suspect they meant "boiling". There are so many examples but my favourite may have been at the Ming Tombs "Environmental Sanitation of the Scenic Spot Needs Your Conserve" - indeed it does.
David Graves, Seattle, USA


Forbidden: Prostitution, gambling and drag abuse!
Lou, Beijing, China


I have stayed in Shanghai many times for work. The new subway at Jing An Temple was proudly opened early for tourist trips. All the east exits said "East Exit". All the west exits said "Wast Exit". The next trip back the offending words were covered with duct tape.
James Phethean, Helston UK


When I was living in Beijing in 2000, I saw a sign in front of a rock garden in the Forbidden City that warned tourists "Please do not climb the rocketry".
Craig, California


Airline Pulp - The only English description on a snack package handed out with drinks on Southern China Airways.
Andrew Hobbs, Henley on Thames, UK


While working in Taiyuan, north of Beijing we had the pleasure of visiting a local tourist attraction, one of the signs that had us chuckling was, "do not overtransgress" which is a good guideline, but I don't think you would find a similar sign in an English speaking nation.
Vincent vandenHeuvel, Strathroy, Canada


On a menu: worm pig stomach. No thanks, I had it for breakfast, honest.
Janet, Edinburgh


While staying in a hotel in China I noticed that in with the free (complimentary) bath stuff was a number of items for sale including a pair of boxer shorts labelled "Uncomplimentary Pants"!!
Stephen Mowll, Poole, Dorset, UK


From a recent trip to China to teach English, my favourite example of a mistranslated phrase belonged to a chocolate snack cake whose slogan promised: "This tastiness cannot be carried, even with both hands."
Alia, Austin, USA


A sign in the Shanghai metro read: "After first under on, do riding with civility".
Zachary Scott, Chicago, United States

Post your favorate euphemism for "being drunk"... my favorites are shittered, pickled, and wrecked.

     

I don't think we'll be able to find any other 6'7" redheads with mohawks but somebody better step up to the plate and fill his shoes while he's away.

I vote for Steve... he's good at getting drunk and he's even got a mask with a red mohawk!

Come one, come all, pull up a chair and grab yourself a beer, for this is the story of my first stay in the drunk tank.

As some of you may have known I was in Sylvan Lake this weekend to have a bit of a pre-birthday birthday party at my friend's cabin.  The day started off as any other with a bit of wake boarding and tubing; the booze started flowing pretty quickly around 4pm.  We were throwing a party at the cabin and have about 40 people starting to get pretty crazy.  I busted out the maverick and had everyone doing it!  Paula (who's cabin we were at) has some cousins that own the cabin beside theirs, I went over there and seriously did shots of a 26 of vanilla stoli until it was gone, which only took about 15 minutes, between only three people. Yikes, I knew then and there that the night was going to get very out of control.

Then after many more drinks at about 11pm, Justin and I decided it would be a good idea to head into town to check out all of the giant trauma tour parties that were going on.  After about a 25 minute drunken stumble from the cabin we hit up our first beer garden.  This is where things get pretty fuzzy. We hammered an unknown number of shots and blew about 100 bucks in 20 minutes before bumping into one of our buddies from Cowboys who was heading to some official trauma tour party.  He had some “special passes” which basically entailed unlimited free booze.  After aquiring our passes we were on our way!  Now, I only remember bits and pieces of what happened after this, but the next thing I know I’m separated from Justin and stumbling down the street.  Next thing I remember is being put into the back of a cop cruiser.  Don’t really know why they picked my up but I must have been rather calm because I was the only guy that wasn’t cuffed.  I don’t remember the ride to the station but I do remember being processed and then thrown in the cell.  They even took the string from my board shorts... like I was gonna hang myself or something!

Let me describe the cell for you, about 12 x 12 feet, white walls, cement floor, no benches, one florescent lamp, one stainless steel toilet, and 13 (yes I kept count) drunken cell mates.  Seriously, it was so fucking packed that I had to fight off drunkards to even get a spot to stretch out a little.  About 1/2 the people in the cell were just really drunk like me, 1/4 were passed out completely, and 1/4 were just belligerent drunk.  This one dude was yelling at the cops through the door saying he was gonna knife their children.  That’s when the cops opened the door and sprayed him down with pepper spray and in effect sprayed all the rest of us too due to the small size of the room.  Let me tell you that shit is no fun... it fucking hurts!  

People seemed to come and go out of the cell every once and a while until what must have been around 2am when our little light went out.  I guess it was sleeping time.  So I’m like “fuck this” and layed down and tried to sleep... that didn’t last long... one of the passed out guys woke up and started freaking out and yelling and shit.  He started smashing his head against the wall in hopes of hurting himself enough to get taken out of the cell.  Well that didn’t work... Yay... more pepper spray!  

After that it was quiet for most of the rest of the night, of course I couldn’t have gotten more than a few minutes sleep... you’d be amazed how uncomfortable a concrete floor can be... especially when you can’t stretch out at all.  The lights came on again... we had no idea what time it was, but it couldn’t have been much more than 5am.  I was so bored (and still drunk) that I decided it would be fun to talk in a British accent.  Nobody seemed to notice that earlier I was not British, even though we had all taken turns telling our drunken stories.  So, I spent like 45 mins making up some total shit story about how I had flown into Calgary the night before from London and had been on a drunken binge for days and ended up in the Sylvan Drunk tank... everyone was amazed at my story.  I kept up the act for the rest of the time I was in the tank.  

After hours more we all had pretty much no idea what time it was but alas the little hole in the door opened and one of the cops spoke up... he called my name... I was free!  Sweet!  The door was opened and I was told to stand up and head out.  After filling some paper work the opened the door and let me out.  After adjusting my eyes to the light of the outside world I realized I had no idea where the fuck I was.  I was not about to stand around the station so I just started walking.  So long story short after about 2 hours of walking and 2-3 coffees from random stores along the way I finally found my way back to the cabin.  It was around noon.  I then stumbled in and told everyone my story… but of course no storytelling was done before I cracked myself a cold beer, I was on a mission... it was beer-o-clock, and I needed to get drunk!

So that is the wacky tale of my 10 hours in the drunk tank.

Check out these sweet pics!  This movie will be wicked!  I can remember watching the original movie about a million times.  I still have it at home on Beta.

http://www.aintitcool.com/display.cgi?id=24215

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