This was a top-ranking google image search result for "factual inaccuracies." We will roll with that.Sometimes an interesting news story comes along that demands commentary but, alas, doesnât offer enough material for an actual article. This is when weâre supposed to do a bizarre ritual they refer to as âre-search.â (Thereâs no hyphen in âresearch,â Robert. Perhaps you should research the word research before writing about research practices. âEd.) Now personally, I believe thatâs a kind of cheating. Sure, I could go out there and learn âfactsâ from other, lesser writers who cover things that just happen to be âtrue,â but I am often too busy doing substantially more awesome things with my time than verifying articles. Right now, for instance, Iâm sure that dickhead Ed had something snide to say about my uncertainty regarding the spelling of the word re-searching, but I can't hear him as Iâm currently racing a motorcycle through the narrow alleyways of Southern Rome in an attempt to catch a sexy but elusive young lady clad entirely in red leather--the soft Italian sun glinting from her curves as she power-slides through the labyrinthine corridors. I'm supposed to stop that to do something as pedestrian as bust out a thesaurus?
This was also a top-ranking google image search result. Because nothing says Prince like "factual inaccuracies!"I think the editorial staff should just be grateful that Iâm even writing this, dictating it, as I am, to the terrified pedestrians that I am speeding past, and just trusting in my irresistible personal charisma to implore them to record it for me. Hereâs one proposal that was rejected for a few slight inaccuracies: Pitch: Wesley snipes was recently quoted as stating that he âwants to de-virginizeâ himself on the Nintendo Wii. I propose an in-depth look into the sordid sex lives of other black action stars, and the depraved acts they want to commit with video games.
"More like 'Wii gonna get raped,' know what I'm sayin?"Sample Entries #4: Mario Van Peebles wants to rub one out on a Gameboy, but has thus far been rejected. #3: Ice T once had a threesome with a Jaguar and a 3D0 in 1996, when they were both still totally hot. #2: Tyrese Gibson went down on an XBOX in a public bathroom. #1: Ice cube fucked a Genesis (up the ass).
"See this, Nintendo? This is called praying. You should start. Soon, baby."
Slander: When whispered things shock sexy girls in glasses.Iâd love to go a little more in-depth as to what, exactly, constitutes slander and libel, but it seems the sexy thief I'm chasing has run into a dead end, and is turning to engage me in a fist-fight. The distant static of crashing waves tells me we are near the harbor. A single gull cries out, and is silent. We await each otherâs next move in tense stillness. I take this opportunity to scribble down the following example on a 1000 Lira note which I hand to a frightened boy. âRUN TO CRACKED!â I yell at the quickly fading figure. âADDIO! ADDIO!â He replies. Man, just like an Italian to talk about shoes when thereâs fighting to be done. (Two things, Robert: âAddio,â means farewell in Italian; youâre thinking of âAdidas.â Second, the Italians have actually converted to the Euro now. Iâm enjoying the narrative, but perhaps you should change these things to better preserve the realism? â Ed)
#7. Sample Entry: Everybody knows that Republicans eat babies, but what you might not know is that they flavor these infantile delicacies with the sweet, tangy taste of Syphilis, a horrible disease which they had invented solely to season their mewling toddler meals. In 1476, the fledgling Republican Party had just dispelled the kindly god Paladine, and found they needed a new way to contaminate the world with evil to please their dark and immortal master, The Goddess of Tears Takhisisâ¦.
Listen, if Magic: The Gathering says that Republicans are vampires, then Republicans are fucking vampires, okay?Editorial Feedback: Look, we all appreciate what youâre trying do here, Robert, and as much as we here at Cracked support and advance the socialist agenda, I just donât think you actually understand what a Republican is. I believe you are somehow confusing American politics with the plot of the
Andrew Jackson: Commander-in-Chief of Furious EyebrowsSample Entry: See article here. Editorial Feedback: Robert, this appears to be strikingly similar to a previous article run by your fellow columnist Daniel OâBrien. As a matter of fact, the title was a word for word match and, considering that your âsummaryâ was actually a link to the article itself, I can only assume that you copied and pasted this article onto your own proposal with rash disregard for the consequences. Mr. OâBrien once brought down an entire Mexican magazine with his own penis, and often utilizes this rather disturbing skill on people that plagiarize from him. May I humbly suggest that you alter your proposal, perhaps something like the â5 Least Badass Presidents of All Time,â to help avoid a creepy and somewhat sexually violating death. â Ed.
...Somewhat?My Response: To Whom It May Concern Which Is Ed Whom Is a Prick and Whom Has Regular Intercourse with His Mother, While Iâm sure you fancy yourself incredibly clever for âcatchingâ me in the reviled act of plagiarism, I do believe youâve missed my point. I was suggesting that, considering the surprising quality and humor of Mr. OâBrienâs piece, Cracked should consider re-running it with my name in place of his. This, I feel, would draw more readers to what is surely a tragically overlooked piece, worthy of more attention than Mr. OâBrienâs unimpressive name can draw. I believe Mr. OâBrien would be honored merely by being near me, and so would gladly acquiesce. May I also add: If I ever find out who you are, Ed, and why you keep imprinting your child-like retard scrawl on my beautiful, angelic prose, I will certainly destroy you with my penis like I did that Mexican magazine, a concept which I have entirely invented just now. Yours in a Way I Assure You That You Do Not Want, -Robert Now, if youâll forgive me, modest readers, I have bested my scarlet vixen in combat and stand to reap the sexy spoils of this womanly war. Her leather-clad breasts glint in the setting sunlight like round, fleshy stars...if stars had nipples. I scream these final words into the face of one of the three unconscious marines that have fallen as collateral damage in our epic battle, trusting his subconscious will impel him to transcribe them later, and now take my leave of you to embrace the savage beauty of my mysterious Valkyrie, the explosions in the background echoing the voracity of our love-making. I do not know why there are explosions; I assume they are unrelated.
Pretty much just like every other day in my life.(Robert, âEdâ is actually short for âeditor,â as in âthe editorial staff,â as in âyour bosses.â Also, I feel pressed to inform you that I know for a fact you were not engaged in some sort of high speed motorcycle chase that I am almost certain was from the hit television show Alias, because I peeked into your office earlier today while you were writing this, and found you sitting in the dark, attempting to devour what I believe was an entire Meatball Sub flavored Hot Pocket in a single bite. You were having some difficulty at the time, as the molten cheese had spilled onto your bare thighs â your Batman Underoos offering little to no protection against the scalding liquid â so I chose not to interrupt your girlish screaming. Please come see me in my office this afternoon to discuss the specifics of our company dress code. Also, please at least change the Underoos beforehand; Batman is all but unrecognizable at this point, and his soiled, mangled face has been frightening the younger interns immensely. Perhaps your diet should expand beyond the âheated pocket of government cheese and sub-standard Mexican beefâ stratum? â Ed.)
The main benefit of watching TV is seeing the plight of sad bastards who aren't you.
The 'wellness' market is thriving right now.
Most people have a pretty basic idea of what it's like to be a parent.
There's no shortage of downright absurd conspiracy theories out there.
Let's not get too crazy, kids.