Cryptozoology fans were intrigued by a recent photo taken in Oklahoma of a mysterious animal bounding over a fence. The favorite theory was that it was The Jersey Devil. The creature (seen below) has now been identified as a hairless squirrel, much to the disappointment of crypto-buffs everywhere.
“Goddamn paparazzi won’t leave a brother alone.”
I think it looks more like Hellboy.
Case closed. That poor squirrel doesn’t look a thing like the original Jersey Devil, described as a short, bizarre creature (seen below) that terrorized New Jersey.
Still more attractive than Snooki.
In my recent story about mysterious stones spontaneously combusting in people’s pants, the popular theory was that the rocks had been contaminated by radiation from the destroyed Fukushima nuclear plant. In the aftermath of the 2011 tsunami, both the Japanese and U.S. government declared that there was no way that radioactive waste could be leaking into the ocean. Because you can always trust the authorities to be forthright and honest about these things.
Exhibit A from today’s paper:
And by “probably leaking into the ocean,” they mean “definitely pouring in and creating hideous Cloverfield monsters.”
So, break out the anti-Godzilla guns, kids. And someone text Mothra.
Then get ready for the weirdest three-way ever. (Mothra likes to watch.)
Check it out, ya’ll. Anthony, of Manchester School of Samba in England, re-blogged my “Mysterious Stones Cause Spontaneous Trouser Combustion” story on his blog, msamba.
So awesome. Go check out his blog if you get a chance — it’s very cool.
Also want to recognize FOB/PIC Kevin Pendergraft as the latest person to sign up to follow No Faint Hearts. Thanks for the follow, KP. Please keep those awesome Wolfcop-esque emails coming.
I can’t top that Dirty Harry joke.
A fisherman in Brazil was recently hospitalized with burns in his stranger danger zone after some odd-looking stones that he had picked up on the beach burst into flames in his pants pocket. Must. Not. Make. Hot Dog. Joke.
And he’s not the only one. A San Diego woman suffered a similar fate last year, when she picked up some greenish-orange rocks on an American beach.
Do not store near genitals.
Despite government notices to the contrary, one theory is that these are radioactive fragments washing up from the destroyed Fukushima nuclear plant in the aftermath of the 2011 tsunami in Japan. So… radioactive waste from Japan possibly bobbing around in the ocean. Why does this sound familiar?
I’m on the Atkins Diet. I only eat people named Atkins.
Introducing the Cronut, a half-donut/half-croissant hybrid that goes for $5 a pop in Manhattan and is selling on Craig’s List for $40 a piece. Chef/inventor Dominique Ansel refuses to divulge an exact calorie count but admits that it’s extremely high due to massive amounts of butter and cream that he injects into the layers with a syringe-like pastry tip before he deep-fries it.
Just look at it below, flaunting its sweet glazed decadence like a depraved Little Debbie. You’re mentally jamming your tongue into this right now, aren’t you?
I know I am.
without a dope beat to step to. (Timabaland: “I knew Aaliyah.You, madame, are no Aaliyah.”)
My computer has been in the shop so I’ve not been able to deliver the bizarre sea monster and Elvis stories you’ve come to know and love. However, I’m online now and back in the vagina joke business. And cousin… bidness is booming.
Kang: “Finally! We must celebrate.”
Kodos: “Agreed, brother. Break out the tentacle lube.”