A shockingly low amount of people take part in bug-eating challenges. Doing so proves you’re original, you’re a trendsetter, and that you love yecching out everyone around you.
What other eating challenges secretly say things about your personality? Find out as I put my expensive psychology degree to good use in my latest Tailgate Fan piece. After all, you wouldn’t want to shovel shit down your throat if it wasn’t truly YOU.
Could an eating challenge be looked at as torture? These crazy feats of eating sure could.
These are ghost chilies. A woman ate 51 of them, rubbed a bunch of them in her eyes, and then got mad because she can usually eat 60+. For her, that’s impressive. For anyone else, it’d be cruel and unusual punishment. “For your crimes against humanity, you must eat one of the hottest peppers on earth and then rub a bunch of them on your eyeballs!”
That’s not the only eating challenge that would qualify as pure torture. I found a bunch more and yakked about them over at Tailgate Fan. Luckily for you, reading my words is not a form of torture. At least, I hope it’s not.
So this guy’s a thief, a hack, and a disgrace to writing. Anyone who wishes to reblog this, tell this loser off, and boycott his shitty website (Whatculture), until they start coming up with their own ideas, be my guest.
This is Shaun Munro, acclaimed author of 10 Actresses Who Desperately Need To Go Nude:
As proudly stated in his Twitter bio, Shaun is the Associate Editor of WhatCulture.com and a Tomatometer critic at Rotten Tomatoes. This is an article by Shaun Munro, posted at WhatCulture on July 1:
And this is an article under the same premise pitched by two members of the Cracked Comedy Workshop exactly one week earlier:
Shaun’s article has six entries in common with the Cracked pitch… but, y’know, so what? Websites steal full articles from Cracked.com all the time. There are entire Wordpress sites with dozens of subscribers that do nothing but repost Cracked lists as soon as they’re posted. Well, the difference here is that the articles Shaun is shamelessly copying haven’t been posted — he’s going into the Cracked Workshop (which is for registered members only) and swiping articles before they get a chance to go up on the site, making the original writer look like the plagiarist and thus putting their livelihood at risk. This has been called to Shaun’s attention, and he’s still doing it.
If caring for your pet is the lowlight of your day, the good people at Heartless Money-Sucking Corporations, Inc., have the products for you.
Have you ever bought the Pootrap (literally a bag for your dog to shit in while walking around)? If so, kindly give your dog up to the nearest loving family who will actually pay attention to the dog and not stick a fucking bag over its butt.
There are a shocking amount of pet products designed to not only humiliate your pet, but to remind them that you don’t actually care about them and consider them a burden. I call them out on Cracked, because it was the right thing to do.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to strap a bag to my cat’s ass, just to see if I survive.
Well hi Shel Silverstein! I hear you wrote a sequel to your hit song “Boy Named Sue.” And Sue’s gay in this one? And his Dad sleeps with him? Get help, Shel Siverstein.
Still, I can’t complain TOO much, since that oddball song prompted my latest Cracked Column, all about sequels to hit songs that ruined the original, simply by existing. Although if you’re one of the guys from Deliverance, you probably think Silverstein’s sequel was an improvement on his original. To each their own, I guess.
READ IT HERE
This is James Van Praagh, one of those cold-reading psychics who will ask you things like “did your dead mother ever have trouble breathing?” and then pretend to communicate with said dead mom in order to let you know they’re happy being dead, like everyone else. He tried this shtick on unedited TV and got exposed to the world.
I wrote about him, along with a bunch of other blatant soothsaying frauds, in an ever-so-lovely Cracked article, co-written with the ever-so-Canadian Mark Hill. It’s the final Article I wrote before getting the Columnist promotion, so from here on out it should be all me me me me me. Just like Jesus intended.
It’s fantasy football season. Here’s how to throw a draft party in the Internet Age.
And today, I grace Tailgate Fan with my yamblings! Wanna throw a fantasy football party, but can’t because your entire league is online? Luckily, I have a few incredibly serious solutions that every last one of you should try at least once. Would I lie?
READ IT HERE
The bands I grew up listening to would never do any of this Disney Channel bullshit, right? (Hint: Wrong.)
My newest from Cracked, but this time it’s different. I’ve been promoted to Cracked Columnist, which means it’s my voice, and not just the Cracked Voice. I’m trusted to be funny on my own, for an audience of hundreds of thousands, possibly millions.
And I take advantage of this by pointing out how cool-ass “real” rock stars, the ones that define balls and artistic expressiona nd all that jazz, actually do the exact same shit that all those youngun’s did on MTV recently. Does that mean that Ozzy will be twerking in a week? God, we can only hope so.
READ IT HERE
Instead of adding to the endless sea of Call Of Duty clones that we get every other week, maybe some more interesting ideas could get another chance to thrive. Such as …
So Christopher Columbus had a game where he battled prehistoric creatures and sea monsters. And it got cancelled because original ideas are for weenies. This game, plus a bunch of others, deserve an actual run on the shelves, so sayeth me.
ARTICLE, VIA TOPLESS ROBOT
One of the great things about the Internet is how everybody gets a voice. It’s also one of the worst things about the Internet, especially when the voice is loud and obnoxious and, worst of all, misleading.
I got me a new article, which is kinda rare these days. So much of what i do now is behind-the-scenes and/or unpublished: TopTenz editing, Cracked editing, In-House writing for Distractify, The Geekout disappearing without publishing my last article there, a buncha Man Cave Daily stuff scheduled for later this summer, me auditioning for this cool job and that one, and so on and so forth.
But now here we are, with a new article, on a new website! Via Oh, Pish Posh (yep, that’s their name), here’s a piece about stuff the Internet loves to bits, but Real Life people pretty much ignores.
And no, George Bush is not one of them. That’s just the picture Tumblr chose. Troll Tumblr.
Tons of cartoons are ripe for an Invasion Of The Bodyslammers. All Vince needs is a semi-plausible angle to explain why they’re there.
So the WWE is doing a crossover movie with The Flintstones, as an alternative to making their wrestling show more interesting. Well, if this is what they wanna do, they might as well go all out and cross over with everything. I offer eight possibilities to get the nightmare ball rolling.