I think we all know raincoaster’s result without bothering to look, don’t we?
Could You Be One Of Cthulhu’s Chosen?
You are clearly a being of exceptional wisdom and insight on the greater meaningless and value-less universe for the mark of Cthulhu burns brightly upon your aura. Take heed for when the stars are right and the terrible city of R’Lyeh rises again from the sea you must answer the call of Dread Cthulhu, taking your place beneath the Old One as he revels across the world ravening for delight. Till such time you would do well to please Cthulhu, extracting from the world your own pleasures in decadent and boisterous exploits.
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The subtitles while the coke peasants at lunch are the most interesting part of this fascinating video from Defamer (unless you actually use coke, in which case the whole thing is a paranoid can’t-tear-yourself-away fantasy trainwreck; I wonder how many OCD-related suicides will result from viewing this video).
“Do you do drugs?”
[laughter] “No, the guerrillas don’t allow it.”
Normally, I don’t like Christmas stuff before December 1st, but this year and particularly this Fall have just been so spectacularly crappy that I feel the need. I’ve gotta have a hit of the beautiful freakery that is the Vestibules‘ song Christmas on Acid, accompanied by bizarre out-takes of classic Christmas cartoons. My only regret is that this video is 100% Davy and Goliath-free.
Christmas on Acid
A family gathering with presents and fun
Another Christmas and this one’s wonderful
Presents and cheer, candy canes and gingerbread men
But wait, the gingerbread men have come alive
They’re moving round the room and now they’re on fire
They’re moving round the room and now they’re on fire
Why do I see these things?
It’s not the rum and egg nog
It’s not the holiday fun
It’s Chrismas on acid
Christmas on acid
My stocking’s full of spiders and snakes
My little cousins have become walking talking fruitcakes
The whole family’s looking at me cause I’ve got the shakes
Why do I see these things?
It’s not the rum and egg nog
It’s not the holiday fun
It’s Chrismas on acid
Christmas on acid
The turkey’s dancing on grandma’s head
And her eyes are a devil red
Santa’s dead, oh Santas dead
Why do I see these things?
It’s not the rum and egg nog
It’s not the holiday fun
It’s Chrismas on acid
Christmas on acid
Would you like some surveillance with those flapjacks? How about a side of identity theft? Can I top up your presumption of guilt before offering you what we’ve got in the way of closed curcuit television monitoring, hot off the griddle? Here’s our daily special, fresh from the Department of Homeland Insecurity.
In response to a media inquiry, a Quincy, Massachusetts International House of Pancakes has ended its somewhat over-the-top dine-and-dash prevention policy of requiring its customers to not only show, but also relinquish, their driver’s licenses while enjoying the tasty breakfasts for which the chain is renowned.
Those who would trade liberty for security of pancakes deserve neither liberty nor pancakes!
The PanIHOPticon policy was overturned when one John Russo, would-be breakfaster, refused to comply with the policy, citing fears of identity theft. Media reports quote Russo as saying,
“‘You want my license? I’m going for pancakes, I’m not buying the Hope diamond,’ and they refused to seat us…Identity theft is rampant. I wouldn’t want to give my license, with my address or Social Security number to anyone that I’m not familiar with. I’m going just for breakfast.”
There are no reports of Russo attempting to use the library, pray, or take flying lessons while at the IHOP.
Would you like a cavity search with that maple syrup?