Despite their creations remaining celebrated to this day, some people live out the rest of their days hating the things they made.
Call me 'sir' and talk to me like I'm a fucking adult or call me 'hey you, you stupid little puke' and talk to me like I'm a sticky five-year-old who can't stop shitting himself. Either one of those is fine, but when you combine them, you are doing me and your country a disservice.
Sometimes, the most well-intentioned of laws can backfire like a poorly maintained Pinto, spraying equal parts hilarity and tragedy all over the place.
I am not exactly morbidly obese, but I am fat enough to worry about things that fat people worry about, like clothes. The world has not wanted to see fat people naked since the Renaissance, so we are pretty much forced by our fascist society to wear SOMETHING.
Name your favorite Rocky sequel. Ours is Predator.
Some celebrities drastically misjudge their demographic and we wind up with releases of classical Renaissance ballads as sung by Brock Lesnar or a line of fur coats sponsored by Moby.
A person's Hollywood career pretty much banks on their name. Some of these stories, though, are just downright ridiculous.
When Cracked finally opens its line of private schools, you're kids won't graduate without having learned these essential skills.
Viral campaigns are all about pushing the envelope. You have to shock people to get their attention, and this is where the potential for disaster lies. Awful, hilarious disaster.
Grandma down at the Salvation Army? She could straight ruin your day if she wanted to.