The letter B killed my dog. I will have my revenge on the letter B if it’s the last thing I do.
A one-room apartment filled with anime videos and anime character figurines. Mainly female anime character figurines.
And lots of boxes of tissue.
Then there’s this guy. It’s all in Japanese, but it’s an interview with a guy about his “family”. He’s a perfectly normal chap who lives with his wife and four girls. Who just happen to all be made of silicone. I’m not sure what cracks me up more: watching him take them to the park and various tourist spots (he carried one up Mt. Fuji), or how pissed off he gets when the interviewer investigates how lifelike the silicone is by squeezing a doll’s breast (“Get your hand off my wife!!”). note: at one point, they ask him if they can show his face and he says yes, which is why the blocking disappears part way through.
Creepier: A guy dressed in a clown suit, wielding a fire extinguisher, who breaks into your apartment at 2 AM.
Extra bonus creepy points: This actually happened to me.
Well, at least I don’t own a fire extinguisher. I feel much less creepy now.
If you don’t mind, I would like some details on this story. What was his deal? Was he arrested? Did a dozen other clowns come pouring in?
This is creepy.
Banana worms.
I find the entire Disney phenomenon creepy.
Shouldn’t that be
ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANA WORMS!
So, now that I have a daughter, is it not creepy if I go into a Chuck E. Cheese, or does the fact that I still have the very same Disney films on my shelf make me NOT creepy?
Yeah, me, too. I love animated movies. More Pixar than Disney, but still…I just like happy, uncomplicated stuff sometimes, y’know? 
Funny you should post this. My husband was telling me last night about a girl he dated (before we met, obviously) with a room like that. He refused to have sex with her at her place. He made her come to his place. 
Banana Worms - I’ve mentioned them before.
These are the large (up to 12cm long) larvae of a large subtropical beetle - subodiosus fructus-reproba - cases of infestation are incredibly common - perhaps as many as 60% of the bananas in a typical supermarket will contain a banana worm, yet they are almost never detected; the reason for this is that, when disturbed, their fright response is to stop moving and remain completely motionless, oh and because their flesh has a texture and taste that very closely matches that of a normal ripe banana.
If you’ve eaten bananas, you’ve eaten banana worms and you enjoyed the experience.
Well, you would have, if they weren’t just a figment of my imagination.
It was Halloween weekend, and we lived in one of those Borg-like apartment complexes where all of the buildings look the same. Apparently this dude was at a party in one of the other buildings, got drunk beyond all recognition, and went out to the parking lot to try to find his car (!!). Couldn’t find his car, to the great fortune of every other driver on the roads, but then couldn’t find his friend’s apartment, either. I’m not sure where he picked up the fire extinguisher, but he came stumbling through our apartment door in full clown regalia carrying the fire extinguisher.
I heard some noises out in our front room, thought, “wtf? Did our lamp just spontaneously fall over?” and went out in the hallway to be confronted with a giant 6-foot clown carrying a fire extinguisher. I ran back into our office, slammed the door shut, and screamed to MrWhatsit to call the cops.
I then heard MrWhatsit loudly shouting, “Dude! Dude! YOU DO NOT LIVE HERE.” MrWhatsit then firmly escorted Insane Clown Posse outside our apartment, where it turns out the local police were already on the scene and looking for him, as apparently we were not the first apartment he’d busted into on the hunt for his buddy’s party. The cops told us afterward that the guy was so drunk he didn’t even remember his name or his city of residence. They had to get it off his driver’s license.
I guess the moral of the story is to lock your doors at night, although I’m still lazy and don’t bother. And frankly, if a drunken clown bursting through my door at 2 AM isn’t enough to make me want to bother, I don’t think anything will.
You are no longer creepy (and I’m an authority).
I find it a little odd, but it’s common enough in women that it doesn’t seem creepy. I know a couple of women who use their kids to excuse their Disney habit. I mean, you’re not wearing Mickey Mouse earrings at work because your kids like it.
This is creepier (Salad Fingers.)
As is THIS (Today is the Day. I have NO idea WTF is going on there.)
“So baby, how was it for you?”
“You can take any prize from the bottom shelf”
Yeah, but if yopu do it two more times you can trade up for a teddy bear.
“Yowza, yowza. Sit on my face and I’ll guess your weight!”
Is it wrong that i would be totally into that?