Aliens are Demons and I have Proof, submitted by R-Lo. Did you realize that aliens are actually not from outer space at all, but rather demons from hell? Did you know Lyndale Quesenberry can see them? Take a look for yourself!


Concerning the pictures above. Specifically the one of my basement. You have to look very closely (not for along time, just close) and only look in the color light green.

Oh my god, he's right, the alien demons are practically jumping out at me like that fucking penguin that was supposed to be in that stereograph picture NEVER DID. In the hopes of capturing my own local alien-demon attacks on horribly compressed and grainy digital images, I went to the funeral home nearby and snapped some shots. What I found was absolutely amazing. Take a look for yourself!


Concerning the pictures above. Specifically the one of the funeral home. You have to look very closely (not for along time, just close) and only look in the color burnt sienna.

That's right motherfuckers! Those are some motherfucking dinosaurs right there! Look at those bitches, coming right fucking at me, and me just standing there with my huge goddamn balls snapping photos. Dinosaurs aren't extinct reptiles at all, they are actually burglars, and right there is your proof. Look at that one on the left, he is even wearing a striped shirt and a black mask over his eyes.

– Zack "Geist Editor" Parsons (@sexyfacts4u)

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