The people behind Revenge Crabs won't actually send you a vial of pubic lice to sprinkle on the personal belongings of wayward spouses, boorish roommates or, if you're really a sociopath, random strangers. For the thicker sorts who wouldn't be tipped off by the implausible testimonials ("I'd be mad but that was some crazy payback!") and the proposed "school field trip to the crabs laboratory," there's the fact that the order form doesn't work. Still, it might be worth sending a link to the Revenge Crabs site to various people you know, so if someone writes you back and expresses frustration about his/her inability to complete his/her purchase, you'll know this person is not only gullible but also an asshole, and you can feel free to cut him/her out of your life, without any fear of genital-louse reprisal.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
U2 and Apple have conspired to place a U2 album into your music in the year 2014. You own a U2 album. And you can't get rid of it.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
Awful Links of the Day spotlights the worst and weirdest websites on the internet. And we're not talking "weird" in a good way either.