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I was just listening to George Noory's Coast to Coast the other night around 2am because Steve Shippy was on to talk about a recent paranormal documentary about Danny Rollings. One enthusiastic man from the East Coast called in and he was convinced that bisexuality was the key to becoming in tune with the spirit world. He was 100% sure i…
I was just listening to George Noory's Coast to Coast the other night around 2am because Steve Shippy was on to talk about a recent paranormal documentary about Danny Rollings. One enthusiastic man from the East Coast called in and he was convinced that bisexuality was the key to becoming in tune with the spirit world. He was 100% sure it was the only way to fully experience the paranormal and that it aided in communicating with ghosts. I want two of whatever he was on :)
Also I am never canceling that subscription, Coast to Coast is exactly what I've been missing since Weekly World News left store shelves.
Aliens do love their anal probes. Maybe that caller knew what he was talking about.
Too spooky. During my childhood you didn't want to be a cow in a pasture in Montana, not unless you wanted to get radical surgery at night from aliens.
As a child, I was always most afraid of spontaneous human combustion. The idea that I might explode into flames at any moment would give me the shivers if ever I was home alone at night. But now that I have learned that anomalous fires are typically caused by the wicking effect, I have trouble believing in anything anymore. Also, it broke my heart to find out that crop circles are simply hillbilly art projects done under cover of darkness. But I still tell my son that Santa is a real thing even though I know one day he will know the truth and realize I am just a liar as well.
Ive read that this was nearly always a result of smoking in bed, and having highly combustible bedding. Have no idea if its the truth or not.
Smoking in bed is how the fire starts, butt the bedding and blankets soak up the fat as it renders out of the body. The bedding burns like a candle wicking up the fat and burning much longer than it would without the fat. I saw it recreated on MythBusters or some similar show using a hog wrapped in a wool blanket and laid on the bed. The pig burned with a low flame for about 12 hours without catching the room on fire. When it was done, the pig had burned away completely, and the bed was only burned where the pig had been laid.
As a young reporter I always wanted to get assigned to the Bat Boy Beat. Camera in hand, I'd wait outside Bat Boy's townhouse on W. 85th Street. I'd shout, "Bat Boy, have you any comment on the allegations that Covid-19 comes from bats?" Bat Boy would give me the finger, and I'd snap the picture and sell that shot to The Post inside of ten minutes. Bat Boy hated my guts. Especially when he was dating Madonna on the low down...
When I was a newspaper reporter— the funniest ones, only funny because they happen every year and for some reason, it’s always a “shock” and “to my surprise” add-in, are the stories about horny young bears coming out of the woods foraging for food, looking into people’s windows and regularly disturbing the peace. It was a running joke in the newsroom about who would be sent out to give the “horny bear report” and that they were just trying to find the local gay bar, which we called, “The Hunny Hole.”
Oh, Pooh you silly old thing.
Wasn't Madonna sleeping with him while officially seeing Sean Penn?
Yeah, well that's why they never had a DNA test, isn't it?
Did anyone else ever see Bat-Boy the Musical? It was off-broadway 2002 and who knows when and where else. It was amazing. After i saw it, i thought, there’s nothing i could ever write that would be better. Then i forced my roommates to listen to the soundtrack over and over.
If its ever revived and in your town, get tickets