We'll be rich, Marge! Rich as astronauts!

If scientific credibility is proportional to font misuse and horrible layout, then the human race's power problems may very well be solved!

Perhaps it's based on The New Physics, which seems to have more material than last time I checked, and even bigger fonts. And I can't shake the feeling that Scientology is somehow involved.

Happy Trails

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist:
Doughnut Trail Leads Cops to Thief.

The Knuckle Sandwich of Liberty

Memepool recently linked a hilarious picture
of Abe Lincoln beating the crap out of some guy. It comes from a site with several other images in the same vein, though none are as good as the Abe one.

Dude. You cross-checked The Savior.

Like sports? Like Jesus? Like decorative ceramic statues? Never thought you'd be able to combine these interests? Hoo boy! There's Jesus and Baseball. There's Jesus and Basketball. There's
Jesus and Hockey,
Jesus and Soccer, and
Jesus and Track.

My favorite is Jesus and Football. Notice the kid on the right, tackling Jesus. And Jesus isn't wearing a helmet. That can't be safe.

Take 3 flwrfrf daily, but whatever you do, don't murble fjldf or cwfft.

A Chilean man, returned from the hospital, reads the doctor's note: "patient dies -- 13 hours." The man, his family, and his neighbors watch the clock nervously, fearful, crying. When the man returns to the hospital for clarification, he finds that he's perfectly healthy, and that his doctor just has sloppy handwriting.

Stabble, Stabble, Stabble

From this week's Onion,
McDonald's Drops 'Hammurder' Character From Advertising.

Like Zeus and Hades, but with more money.

Flutterby points out
The Little OS, a Jack Chick tract updated for the quarreling gods of today.

I Must Crush You.

Isn't it great when warning signs try to frighten and shock, rather than simply inform? I love the dire images on the gate outside our apartment complex. Especially the fingers.