ASYLUM - For all mankind

There's just no accounting for supernatural taste. New Zealand auction site TradeMe has recently concluded the auction of two vials of fluid, said to contain two ghosts exorcised from the seller's home last year. The 'holy water' in the vials was said to have dulled the energy of the spirits and put them to sleep.

The good news is the seller hasn't had any paranormal activity since July last year, when they were bottled. And if you want to release the ghosts into your own home, just pour out the vials and wait for the fluid to evaporate.

With the promise of your very own haunted house, surely the buyer has scored a real bargain at NZ$62. Or some blue water in little vials.

Indiana Jones is a bad ass. There's no doubting that. Just cast your mind back to his infamously fierce fisticuffs with a balding, man mountain of a Nazi on a runway in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

But what we love most about Indy's scrapping ability is that there appears to be no obvious reason as to why he possesses such a thunderous north paw. The man's an archeologist and a lecturer. By all rights he should smell faintly of cat food and have a wife with bladder issues.

But no. Jones can knock you from here to next Tuesday just for looking at his hat a little oddly. And that's what we love. The total lack of reasoning for his nose-bothering swing.

Thus, this post is dedicated to the most inexplicably thunderous thumpers in TV and film. You won't find any secret agents or Kung Fu specialists. No boxers or bouncers, no marines or medieval knights. This is all about your average Joe, with a far from average wallop. Gents, please be upstanding, for the pocket rockets...

A funnier version of Bukowski, comedian Kyle Kinane is a favorite among the alternative-comedy audience. TV appearances on "Last Call With Carson Daly" and Comedy Central's "Live at Gotham" have given him some exposure, but his brilliant new album "Death of the Party," on AST Records, will attract new legions of followers with his tales of misadventure, bunny sex and drinking like a werewolf.

Kinane told us four of his craziest drinking stores that ended in the death of a party. Click through to learn how you can do the same.

1. Perform a Naked Diving Elbow Drop
Attend a friend's wedding and hit the open bar hard. When your friend's sister tries to sleep, jump up and down on her bed. Make sure to be naked. It's OK, you're all friends, it's not weird. Suddenly dive off the bed and elbow drop a decorative bowl on the coffee table. The glass will slice your arm. Drunk, naked and bloody -- your friends realize they must deal with you.

The emergency room visit will take four hours and result in over 30 stitches. As your friends walk you out of the hospital at 7 a.m., the party will be a distant memory.

Neither did we, really, until we caught this awesome "Tyrannosaurus Sex" (get it?) special on the Discovery Channel. Now we have all the information we could ever need on dinosaur genitals and exactly how the giant beasts copulated without, you know, breaking each other.

Keep reading for a clip on titanosaur mating, and check out the link at the bottom for more videos and information (including the fact that a titanosaur's penis could have been up to 12 feet long).

Thank you, Discovery Channel, for making us all better people.

On a quaint country road in Johnson County, just outside of Indianapolis, travelers can find something quite peculiar: a gravestone in the middle of the road.

The grave of Nancy Barnett sits smack in the middle of Hill's Camp Road, a country road about 20 miles south of Indianapolis.

It's been there since 1831 when she was originally buried. To give Mrs. Barnett some credit, the area used to be a full-blown cemetery, so it wasn't always such a strange location.

According to historical information at the grave site, Barnett picked the spot out herself and told her children that was exactly where she wanted her final resting place to be. This, of course, was before any road plans were ever made.

So when the county decided to lay a new road right over the cemetery in the early 1900s, her family refused. As the other bodies were relocated to a nearby area, Barnett's burial plot stood its ground.

Our happy hour fact to amaze your drinking buddies with.

Turning the lights low makes people less generous and more dishonest.

In one experiment students in both dimly and well lit rooms were given a test. They were told that they would be scoring their own answers and would receive 50 cents for each correct answer. Although both groups got the same number of questions right, those in the dimly lit room reported roughly 35 percent more correct responses than those who took the test in a room with regular lighting.

In another experiment, participants, some of whom wore sunglasses, were given $6 to allocate to a partner. On average, those people wearing shades ended up distributing 90 cents less to their counterparts than those who had to look them in the eye.

All the more reason that sunglasses-at-night wearer and Canadian singing sensation Corey Hart is the last man on Earth you'd ever want to enter into a business arrangement with.

Our happy hour fact to amaze your pub-going pals with.

The higher a man's IQ, the more likely he is to practice sexual exclusivity.

Using a pair of massive general surveys of the American population -- the National Longitudinal Study of Adolescent Health and the General Social Survey -- British researchers were able to ascertain that high IQ is positively correlated with monogamy.

According to London School of Economics professor Satoshi Kanazawa, who headed the study, sexual exclusivity is 'evolutionary novel' for men. The evolutionary psychologist speculates that it is easier for intelligent men to overcome their primal urges and honour their sexual vows and commitments. There is no evidence that smarter women are any more faithful.

So the best way for a fellow to ensure he finds a life partner who won't cheat is still, in the immortal words of Jimmy Soul, to "get an ugly girl to marry you."

Is this man Australia's oldest hoon? A 90-year-old Victorian was pulled over on Saturday night busted for doing 83km/h in a 60 zone. He was then breath tested and was found to be more than twice the legal limit at 0.112. He lost his license on the spot for the combo deal, with the excuse he'd been out celebrating with his son.

He may have been the oldest, but certainly not the fastest. Last year we covered a 79-year-old, also from Victoria, who was busted doing 160km/h over a long stretch of road. After claiming he was lucky they didn't catch him when he was going faster, he claimed he was late for a doctor's appointment. Appearing in court last month, he had changed his excuse to having dozed off at the wheel. Ummm, like that's better?

Just goes to show, try as P platers might to act like the worst menace around our roads, those oldies can still show us young'uns how to seriously screw things up behind the wheel.