I don’t have scale for just how much fucking manure that is
Well, let’s get a sense of scale then!
When I’m doing garden work and I need fertilizer, I go and buy a bag of Black Kow, cause it’s what they’ve got at Home Depot.
I’ve never bought enough to get the bulk discount, but this guy sure would have. So that’s $4.68 each.
According to some numbers I found on google, and some math of my own, the average sales tax nationwide in 2018 is gonna be just about 6.5 percent. (I also found out that apparently Montana and New Hampshire both just… don’t do sales tax? Weird!)
Anyway, total budget/(price per unit of manure *
(1+sales tax)) gives us 200,000/(4.68*1.065), which is gonna be around 40,127 50 pound bags of manure. (so, around two million pounds, or a thousand tons of cow crap)
But wait! That’s just a number! How big IS a thousand tons of poop?
Well, it’s just over a hundred and fifty elephants.
It’s about 25 fully-loaded semi trucks, including the weight of the trucks themselves.
It’s about five blue whales.
If we go by what this guy says in this Seattle Times article, then the pile of manure would easily outweigh the guy’s house.
So, uh, yeah. That’s a lot of poop. But that’s just the weight of the huge pile of cow dung. What about the volume?
So, about that much manure. Of course, manure isn’t gonna stay in a nice, neat pile. It’s gonna spread out into a roughly conical shape. The highest angle at which it’ll rest without falling over is what’s known as the critical angle of repose, which is not something I thought I would be able to find for manure, but there’s a paper I found that gives us a good estimate.
So, it’s gonna be between about 25 and 35 degrees, I’ll split the difference, say 30 degrees. So, we know the angles involved, and the total volume of the cone this’ll end up being. From there it’s just a little bit of geometry and some algebra. (V =
π*r^2*(h/3))
That ends up being a cone that’s around 23 feet tall, and 40 feet in diameter, like so.
That’s about how much manure $200,000 will buy you.
Hey sorry about mansplaining kill la kill last night. I’d really like to hang out with you again though, you remind me of my mother. Maybe I could help you with your depression
I’m poisoning an enchanted crossbow, which I gave a nickname to so I wouldn’t accidentally sell it. The name of the weapon is “delicious quinoa, Susan”.
For 37 years it’s been up there on the flat roof of Mark Gubin’s building in the flight path of Mitchell International Airport. A sign painted in letters 6 feet tall tells people arriving here by air: “WELCOME TO CLEVELAND.”
“There’s not a real purpose for having this here except madness, which I tend to be pretty good at,” Gubin said
Above that the roof, he was having lunch one day in 1978 with a woman who worked as his assistant. Taking note of all the low-flying planes, she said it would be nice to make a sign welcoming everyone to Milwaukee. “You know what would even be better?” Gubin said.
The next thing you know, he’s out there on the black roof with a roller and white paint creating the sign that would bring more notoriety than anything else in his long career. A story about his confusing message ran in thousands of newspapers and magazines, on national TV news, “The Tonight Show,” Paul Harvey, all over.
Big Mean Sweaty Dyke 