Ever wanted to bang a cartoon character? It’s OK—there’s no shame in it. We’ve all fantasized from time-to-time about some expertly penned hands expertly penning us. There’s a sense of mystery entirely devoid from human crushes—the sort that makes you wonder exactly what is it that would confront you should you find yourself pulling Aladdin’s pants off (with your teeth, you dirty thing!) or unhooking Ariel’s clam bra.
Meanwhile, in Russia, after being wrongfully declared dead by doctors for a suspected heart attack, 49-year-old woman Fagilyu Mukhametzyanov woke up mid-funeral and then died, for good, from heart failure most likely the consequence of shock related to “hearing people pray for her soul.” But not before she started screaming.
Remember cloves? They smelled like beautiful incense but every puff deleted about five years off of your life expectancy. I think they’re illegal now because they contained fiberglass, which is apparently a no good very terrible thing for your body.
Glib, detached, oft taken for granted, the following chat and text acronyms are examined and exposed for both their oblique intent and implication herein.
As far as I can tell, they just knock stuff over all day long like it’s a full time job. This would indicate to me that ghosts are either mentally handicapped versions of their living selves (unlikely) or they’re cavemen ghosts.