The Langdales are having an alien baby, and there are clear signs it will be evil.
…Still don’t see it? Fine, I’ll enhance the image a little.

I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Jan 16 2009
The Langdales are having an alien baby, and there are clear signs it will be evil.
…Still don’t see it? Fine, I’ll enhance the image a little.

I find your lack of faith disturbing.
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Clifton
January 16, 2009 at 7:21 pm CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
Despite my not being a star wars fan, I’ve gotta admit that’s pretty awesome.
Jodi
January 16, 2009 at 7:55 pm CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
hahaha this is great
Clifton
January 16, 2009 at 9:29 pm CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
Might also be King Kong. Or Donkey Kong.
jthibeault
January 17, 2009 at 10:59 am CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
You don’t want it to be Donkey Kong. Otherwise you’ll have to dodge barrels coming out her vagina the next time you try to have sex with your wife. That’s just not a cool proposition.
Clifton
January 17, 2009 at 3:23 pm CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
I had to dodge barrels to have sex before I met her, so it’d be a neat little flashback.
A
February 3, 2009 at 11:11 pm CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
I don’t get it. Sob.
jthibeault
February 5, 2009 at 1:20 am CDT (UTC -5) Link to this comment
The Donkey Kong bit? Or the fact that I can see Darth Vader’s helmet in the ultrasound?
The whole post is a bit of an imitation of Phil Plait at Bad Astronomy, one of my favoritest blogs ever (and Phil, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, just remember that before getting the restraining order). He’s got a bit of a fascination with pareidolia, and I can’t say that I blame him, since it’s a really interesting phenomenon that only requires a lot of random noise, and a race that has evolved over time to recognize patterns in random noise lest the beasties in the bushes jump out and eat them. If there are hundreds of millions of doors out there, someone’s bound to see the Virgin Mary (or Jerry Garcia for that matter) in the wood grain on one of them at least once.