Third in our Beaver Shots photographic series.
You would be amazed at the really old beaver hanging around Parliament Hill. Click on to view, if that’s your thing…
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Category Archives: Hoaxes
the search for meaning is itself meaningless…but I’m okay with that.
God himself only knows how it was that a poor, overworked and obviously demented search engine, perhaps tired of finding the answers to only the most meaningless questions, reached out with the fragile query “Church etiquette for teenagers” and came up with my blog.
Other search engine items that led here:
- Older woman porn
- beaver shots
- public service announcements on rape [sorry, all that got me was this]
- moves of celebrity sex tapes
- Youtube Monsterpiece Theater
- frilly shark…
and the immortal
Let it not be said that we at the ol’ raincoaster blog fail to come through for you, however righteous, gastrically distressed, scientifically curious, or obscene you may be.
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ask a ninja: ninja poetry
You wouldn’t want to go up against a ninja at a poetry slam. But I had no idea the beret looked so fetching with the balaclava…it’s very Left Bank Che. Video over the jump:
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the greatest interpretation of Total Eclipse of the Heart in the history of music
Or the future, either, come to think of it. In a world which contains Bonnie Tyler‘s pared-to-the-bone proto-emo wail as well as the postmodern Total Eclipse of Good Taste by the Norwegian novelty band Hurra Torpedo, performed on electric guitar and kitchen appliances, (and now, from Defamer, comes word that even that staggery goddess of the trailer park Tara Reid has taken a shot at this tatty survivor…perhaps the last ditty that will have her) there is simply no rendition, extraordinary or otherwise, that can compare to the immortal Kiki and Herb performing an all-too-heartfelt version of Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Poor Coco!
(as for the Squid tag…what do you think happened to her, eh?
Kids don’t dissolve in seawater, my friends)
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when sea serpents fart
Once again we at the ol’ raincoaster blog can only shake our heads in dismay (I have five, and they rattle when they really get going) at the sad ignorance displayed in this report from Latvia.
Locals initially reported seeing “strange things” in the area.
One girl said that she had seen “a small bright object with a silver ring around it”, while other witnesses reported seeing up to six symmetrical beams of light emerging from the pond.
It seems a large hole has appeared in the ice of a heretofor-frozen lake, and the sudden appearance thereof, andof other bizarre phenomena, has put local yokeldom to speculating about the possible arrival and submersion of a UFO, or the possibility of a large chunk of blue ice falling from such an object (aliens, presumably, being no better at disposing of their wastes than a dirty Boeing) and creating said hole.
These theories are, naturally, so ridiculous and indicative of backwateryness that we need hardly raise an eyebrow before dismissing them with a snort.
Let us look at the facts instead; verily, let us turn to science which, as always, has all the answers if indeed only a subset of the questions at any given time.
What are lakes made of? That’s right, dihydrogen monoxide. And what covers frozen lakes? Correct again, ice covers frozen lakes, by definition and by gosh and by golly. And what happens when a large bolus of heated gas escapes its deep-water containment in a body of water which is covered by ice? Three for three, my friend: the gas rises and breaks the surface, either melting or blasting its way to freedom.
Otherwise, can you imagine the stench from all those saved-up fish farts at the Spring break-up?
Obviously, this strange hole is an indication that somewhere in the depths of this Unnamed and Unnameable Lake lies an active and populated (and gastrically distressed) settlement of Deep Ones, if indeed it is not itself the fabled Lake of Hali in the Frozen Wastes (and, I mean, not to put too fine a point on it but, have you ever been to Latvia? Exactly) and, thus, home to far greater horrors than these mere servants of Great Cthulhu.
Ia! Ia! Latvia fh’artagn!
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