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From Nuthouse to Castle by Eddy Haymour.

The Author bought an island in Lake Okanagan called Rattlesnake and tried to develop it into a theme park. The plans were shut down by the government, and Haymour, frustrated to the point of madness, got together some of his family members in Lebanon and took the Canadian embassy there hostage with submachine guns. One of the most bizarre true stories I've ever read. Not sure if it fits, but it's amusingly bizarre to belong in any collection of mindfuckery.

I think you need to post yr recipes in the foods board, Nast.

Yes, well, maybe it's looking up now.

I had the most fun in high school trying to be as adult as possible. The teachers don't know what to think, you blow their mind, and you can get away with doing whatever you want.

That's probably the most horrifying picture I've seen all week.

Is anyone gonna smack nuclearcabbage or should I?

Anything that interferes with any of the above is a damned good thing.

This is thrilling.

8bit Dark Side Of The Moon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euLdKW_Db1k&feature=PlayList&p=7E74E32198876508&index=0&playnext=1

Quantummm, I believe the only way for you to win now would be to shut up and move to another thread. You're hilarious because you're defending yrself. Please, for laughs, continue--rebuke me!

Hell, if people could laugh about things weirder than poop jokes more often (better yet, things that could mess up their little minds), the world would be a better place.

The thing with advice is that almost always the exact opposite is also true. Extending any list of ten rules into a list of twenty and so on.

Shit. I love the smell when water starts to caramelize.

Jeepers, this beats my work day. The strangest thing that happened to me recently was a drunk coming into my movie store and asking if we had a VHS copy of Avatar.

Once I met a Scientologist at a party. I still don't know if he was really a Scientologist or not--though he seemed to know his stuff better than some bored rich kid would if it was purely for interest's sake. But I out debated him on Scientology stuff. Apparently the poor sap hadn't even read Dianetics. That was fun. The local C.O.S. is a run down old boys' club with computers from 1989, furniture from earlier, and apparently 300 members.

...anyways. A few years back I explained discordianism to my high school comparative religions class and they laughed about it for weeks.