Even if we can forget Britney's shaved head, Don Imus's potty mouth, Larry Craig's potty habits, and Paris in the pokey, this was a strange year. Before we kiss 2007 goodbye, let's take a look at the year's strangest news stories.
Talk about being taken to the cleaners: A District of Columbia judge sued for $54 million when his dry cleaner lost his favorite pair of pants. Though he tearfully testified in open court, he ended up losing his job and the lawsuit, and his beloved trousers are still missing.
They say all brides are beautiful, but this one was a real dog (with four legs, a snout, and, presumably, flees). P Selvakumar of India married a hairy bitch named Selvi, who wore a traditional orange sari. His family was even more sorry.
It was Elvis who originally gave us "Jailhouse Rock." This year, inmates latched on to the "American Idol" phenomena with their own version of the hit reality show. The biggest disappointment was that it wasn't held at Sing Sing.
Japanese hot dog legend Takeru Kobayashi -- the first man to devour more than 50 franks in 12 minutes -- just hasn’t been the same since he lost his hot dog crown to Joey Chestnut – and people are starting to wonder whether he can still stomach the competition.
The good news for former Catholic school principal Paul Schum is that prosecutors have dropped charges of loitering for the purpose of prostitution. The bad news is that he still has to explain away why police found him in a seedy alley wearing a black leather outfit with fishnet stockings and fake breasts.
If you're a man in a duck suit, you might feel like you have something to prove. But that's no excuse for the University of Oregon's mascot beating the tar out of Shasta, the University of Houston's cougar.
An 80-year-old woman didn't have to wait for the form letter to know she flunked her driving test. She slammed her 1990 Mercury through the wall of a Deerfield Beach DMV, injuring 11 people. Among the people at the crash scene: Superman!
Gangs of 350 hairy-knuckled thugs were breaking into ritzy homes, raiding refrigerators, and cleaning out the pantries. But what really riled Cape Town suburbanites: Their horrendous potty habits.
It sure seemed like an emergency when Brian Poulin ran out of beer. He called 911, and asked the dispatcher to send him another six pack. Then he called again. And again. And again. When police finally showed up at his home, he had a different sort of problem on his hands.
An invention for our time: Taser-proof attire . . . because you never know when your next jolt is coming.
