I guess I understand the appeal of breaking a world record in sports. It would be an incredible feeling to know that you were (faster/stronger/better at throwing crap) than anyone else on the planet, at least for the fleeting moments that you hold that record before a younger more agile person unseats you. Sports, however, are really the only things that are respectable in terms of world records. If you’re the best at math or science or writing, you just a Nobel Prize and call it a day, you don’t have to constantly stress about getting ousted as the world record holder of curing cancer.

And anything other than sports or intelligence, well… no one really cares about your world record. No one is impressed when they find out you broke the world record for standing on one foot for the longest or growing your fingernails the longest (the latter is just disgusting). So you can bet that Staysha Randall, who recently got 3,200 piercings in attempt at breaking the world record of “most piercings in one sitting”, will go forgotten in the next week (UNLESS of course she develops gangrene or hepatitis and then we’ll all be riveted).

The best part of this story is the following: “She initially wanted to go for 3,600 piercing, however, after she got 3,200 piercing she changed her mind and thought it was enough for her.” HAHAHAHAHA. Translation: after 3,200 she realized how incredibly retarded she was being and started crying like a little b*tch.