Michael Jackson cause of death

When he died, Michael Jackson left the world confused, frightened, broken. And so was the world. We looked for answers, and now at last the ol’ raincoaster blog can reveal just what happened. Yes, we are about to tell you exactly how Michael Jackson died.
(stolen/adapted from Popbitch)

Farrah Fawcett

Farrah Fawcett died the same day as MJ, a few hours sooner. She reached the Pearly Gates and God was there to meet her, excitedly shoving a long-suffering St Peter out of the way to shake the hand of the blonde bombshell.

“Hi Farrah, I’m God! I’m your biggest fan!” he said, excitedly.

“Gosh, God, that’s terrific. I love my fans. Here, let me sign your toga…” she replied, whipping out a fountain pen. God giggled.

“Farrah, I’m never going to wash this toga again! You’ve made me so happy, I’d like to grant you a wish. Anything you want, just tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

“Gee, God, I guess I’d like for all the little children of the world to be safe.”

And WHAM! Just like that Michael Jackson died.

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Botox Face, by Hedda Lettuce

Yea though I walk through the valley of mashups, I shall fear no dissonance, for I have read the raincoaster blog, and I’ve seen EVERYTHING now.

Right?

Presenting, Miss Hedda Lettuce, with the greatest cover (ever so slightly adapted) of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface:

BotoxFace

via Irina Slutsky of GeekEntertainmentTV

Still not had enough? How about Kurt Cobain singing backup for…well, just watch:

via Mashable

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MC Shat Attack!

You knew William Shatner was a living god.

Sure you did. You read my last post, didn’t you?

But did you know that William Shatner was a rapaciously raptastic rapscallion who can bring out da funk even in someone as WASPy as Conan O’Brian?

Well, now you do.

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The Booty Call of Cthulhu

Carrying on from our infamous Cthulhu Porn post (warning: CTHULHU GOATSE, THE ULTIMATE EVIL), we present the following. In case you read The Dunwich Horror, extrapolated (as is your wont) from the circumstances surrounding the conception of Wilbur Whatley, and wondered what kind of woman would do the dirty with Mister Big Himself, Cthulhu.

Behold:

The Booty Call of Cthulhu

It explains so very much.

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Happy Balentines Day!

Stolen from April Winchell, but in the true spirit of raincoaster, from me to you: won’t you be my Balentine?

Happy Balentines Day!

Happy Balentines Day!