Top Weird Stories of 2000

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Webb had his left testicle removed in 1988 after suffering a major infection. But after the public scare involving silicone breast implants, the Food and Drug Administration halted the manufacture of prosthetic testicles. “I was prepared to achieve freak-of-the-week status,” he says. “But I figured if I stepped up, other men would speak up and we would get some results.” He says doggie implants were his best option.

5. God’s Public Relations Hoax

Yes, I did have a conversation with God. Imagine how disappointed I was to find that a man with the same name as the Almighty was a 60-year-old chain-smoker from Los Angeles with bad hair and a potbelly. His claim to fame was that he changed his name to the supreme being’s in 1981. He’s even listed in the Los Angeles telephone directory, and has a Social Security card that says he’s, well, God.

As you can image, God is a man who doesn’t mind a little attention. When I caught up with him, he said he was going to sue the Los Angeles Times just to get the word out that this God is alive — even if he’s been unemployed and on disability for a few years.

6. The Pain and Privilege of Life Under the White House Microscope

Long before President Clinton and Monica Lewinsky, presidents have been put under the microscope and dissected. Consider the embarrassment President Chester Arthur faced when police found his son Alan swimming nude in the South Lawn fountain with the prince of Siam in the wee hours of the morning. Why would George W. Bush want the job? Well, let’s consider the perks of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. It’s a 132-room mansion complete with two swimming pools, a movie theater, bowling alleys and a putting green. 7. Men Are From Mars, Musicals Are From Vegas

You’ve read the book, watched the video, and played the board game. America’s most popular recipe for a happy marriage has been set to music. The Las Vegas stage version of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus opened Sept. 28 at the famed Flamingo Hotel. The show quickly closed, so this might be the only place you’ll see lyrics from songs like “Dysfunctional,” and other ditties with couplets like “There’s no joie de vivre in my libido/I think my libido has gone incognito.”