Archive for 'Insane Shit'
The Werejohncandy is a girl named Mariana Hanks
Posted on 18. Aug, 2010 by rents in werejohncandies | 90 Comments
It’s true. According to sources with access to the top-secret search engine “Google”, the psychotic werejohncandy who goes by the name Nathan Forester is in fact a 21-year-old lady called Mariana Hanks. Mariana, an imaginative but autistic young woman with Down’s syndrome, lives at home with her father, James A. Hanks, in New Zealand. All [...]
Half-naked Scientologist on roof with lasso
Posted on 02. May, 2010 by rents in scientology | No Comments
Spotted on the roof of one of the many buildings owned by Scientology in Hollywood, this is indeed a half-naked Scientologist practicing the lasso. Nothing really newsworthy here; I simply like saying “half-naked Scientologist on roof with lasso”. You could use it a a metaphor for how cultists trap their own mind, but really it [...]
Vatican defines irony in Foreign Office memo flap
Posted on 25. Apr, 2010 by rents in Religion | 1 Comment
Remember that whole thing about Catholic priests raping children, and how the Holy Mother Church covered up for their crimes by moving the priests to other jobs? The Vatican is currently feigning outrage over a British Foreign Office memo which suggested the Pope should open an abortion clinic, sell Benedict-branded condoms, and other obvious jokes, [...]
Posters that make more sense than the Obama Joker
Posted on 22. Sep, 2009 by rents in Politics | No Comments
In my last entry, I interviewed an anti-Obama conspiracy theorist about his choice to join the fad of depicting Barack Obama as the Joker. I came away less than enlightened, but convinced that they could do better if only they put their mind to it. So here, born of boredom and too much Vicodin, are [...]
Coolest President Ever
Posted on 16. Sep, 2009 by rents in Politics | No Comments
Or at least the one I’d most like to hang out with. Or, the one I’d be most likely to form a personality cult around. If I were into that sort of thing. Which I’m not. No really I’m not.
