Why did the Stormtrooper buy an iPhone?
He couldn’t find the Droid he was looking for.
I am equal parts skeptical and stoked about the upcoming documentary Aliens on the Moon: The Truth Exposed, airing tomorrow night (Sunday, July 20) on the SyFy Channel.
On one hand, it does feature commentary from Apollo 11 astronauts Buzz Aldrin and Edgar Mitchell, as well as rare mission photos purporting to show evidence of structures and crafts on the lunar surface.
But on the other hand, the show was produced by Robert Kiviat. This is the man who brought us the absurdity that was Alien Autopsy, the “documentary” from 1995 that was so poorly faked I expected it to have blooper reels.
Oh, who am I kidding? They had me at “aliens.”
On July 8, 1947, the Roswell Daily Record startled the nation with a bold headline.
And then the cover-up began.
Scientists recently shot a rare photo of the elusive Vampire Squirrel of Borneo, seen below looking like a short, angry weaponized kangaroo. The Vampire Squirrel, which gets its nickname from its rumored taste for deer blood, is twice the size of a regular squirrel and has the bushiest tail of any known species.
In summary: Weirdest. Squirrel. Ever.
Taste for blood? Check. Giant afro? Check. Totally nuts? Check and mate.
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Minutes later, they realized the mask was made from human skin.
Oarfish are an extremely rare species that almost never seen alive, preferring to live in very deep ocean waters. These red-crested beauties can grow up to a length of 36 feet and look more like snakes than fish, leading scientists to believe that oarfish sightings may have been responsible for sea serpent reports of the past.
I can’t imagine why.
Oarfish are usually very shy, so tourists in Mexico were recently surprised when a couple of uncharacteristically outgoing specimens showed up in shallow waters near the Sea of Cortes, apparently looking to party.
“Okay, okay… you don’t date fish. Geez, I can take a hint.”