I think this might be about the last thing I’d memorialize.
But looking on the bright side, this must be one happy guy if that’s the one thing that he’s most sorrowful about.
The Steelers must be doing well, then.
I think this might be about the last thing I’d memorialize.
But looking on the bright side, this must be one happy guy if that’s the one thing that he’s most sorrowful about.
The Steelers must be doing well, then.
It’s getting a little weird…now people are sending me more cannibal stories, like this one.
Papua New Guinea police have arrested members of an alleged cannibal cult accused of killing at least seven people, eating their brains raw and making soup from their penises, a report said Friday.
Part of the strange twist here, besides the Penis Soup, is that they’re killing sorcerors. Not for sorcery per se, but because their prices for casting curses on people are too high. So it’s kind of like the New Guinea version of the Occupy Movement, only with less chanting and more enchanted machetes.
The London Olympics 2012 has a logo. It’s hideous.
I don’t quite understand why a jumble of jagged shapes is supposed to be welcoming, and somehow, this set of shapes is supposed to evoke “2012”. But even worse, I then saw this interpretation and now that’s all I see.
Iran is complaining that all they see is the word Zion. I suggest we tell them about the Simpsons interpretation, and their complaints will immediately evaporate.
Also, the Olympics mascots are one-eyed trouser snakes. It’s the perviest Olympics ever.
David Futrelle is an evil man. He has found something called Meowbify, which…I dare not even say. It is an abomination.
Do not click any of those links. They are there to tempt you. The mighty of heart will resist.
P.S. I tried it on Why Evolution is True. It looked the same.
I actually had to check out this story that Mississippi prohibits mentioning Richard Dawkins, just because, you know…Mississippi. I was relieved to confirm that it was satire. But I discovered something else bizarre.
The Mississippi state legislature web page is in Comic Sans.
This is bizarre and obscene.
A man in India kept his wife’s genitals under lock and key. He drilled holes on each side of her labia majora. Before leaving the house, the man used to put a small lock in the holes. He kept the keys inside his socks.
I don’t even…
Do you think he reciprocated by getting a Prince Albert and letting her put a padlock on him every morning? It would seem only fair.
It’s true: Aquaman has huge physiological problems. The temperature, the osmotic gradient, the pressure would all kill him, he’d never be able to maintain the caloric intake needed for his super-swimming ability, and the psychic screams from all those fish would drive him mad. But Southern Fried Scientist missed one, and this is the one that always ruined my childhood fantasies of growing up to be Aquaman: oxygen. The dissolved oxygen in seawater is much lower in concentration than in the atmosphere, so all that activity has to be carried out by an oxygen-starved brain and musculature. If Aquaman had gills, they were tiny and discrete, hardly adequate for the job; if he was using the respiratory surface of his lungs to extract oxygen, well, tidal breathing is incredibly inefficient, and using the delicate membranes of the alveoli to generate negative pressure in a dense medium like water, they were going to be shredded. Aquaman dies, twisted by osmotic shock, brain numbed by oxygen starvation, with a cloud of blood gushing out of his mouth.
I really did used to like Aquaman, and he was one of my favorite superheroes, just because I loved the idea of being able to dive off a dock and swim forever. But when I started thinking about it, on every page my brain would be shrieking, “HOW ARE YOU RESPIRING, AQUAMAN?” and I’d be distracted.
Lesson learned: less thinking.
This request sent chills down my spine…
We’re looking for a few volunteers to join us and help hand out t-shirts and posters. You may even run into one or two of the Producers and/or Stars of…
Wait for it…
…the upcoming Atlas Shrugged Part 2 movie.
Zombie Ayn Rand is clawing her way out of the grave right now.
I approve this message: write in Jesus’ name for president in the November elections.
It’s the only principled choice you can make!
I suppose if you’re Catholic you could write the Pope’s name in. I have no problem with that, either. The Supreme Court would probably approve that, as well, given its current constitution.
Sure, you say—look at the Hiltons and Leona Helmsley and Donald Trump, and it looks clear that hotel ownership is either a magnet for horrible awful people, or it’s a profession that rots the mind. But this goes too far: a British hotel is replacing Gideon’s Bible with Fifty Shades Of Grey. Well, it’s reported to be so in The Mail, which while making the claim a little more dubious also magnifies the tackiness.
Also, who reads any of the crap literature tossed into hotel room drawers?