Creepy thread
Har letat i en timme efter just den där scenen där bruden torteras. Kan dock inte hitta den så ni får nöja er med trailern. Se filmen dock. Den är bara en timme lång, men det är värt det. Speciellt pga tortyrscenen. Någon som har sett skiten?
^ Dat was one of the more creepy posts in this entire thread. Mer som det uppskattas!
tycker att det blivit lite mesigare här på senaste tiden. Någon som har nåt läskigt?
Josef Mengele och SS-leendet känns lite creepy sådär.
Mark and I were on our way to a newly opened restaurant named Djangos. Mark really has an appetite for foreign cuisine, especially exotic food.
Were just one block away, Chad, he said. They say Django serves the most delicious and most exotic food you can imagine.
You know I dont have much, I said. And Im not really into exo-
Dont worry. Its my treat.
Ugh. Its not about the bill, Mark. Its the food.
We finally arrived at Djangos. It looked pretty normal but I immediately noticed something weird.
We were the only ones there.
Then a small guy with super neat hair and a thin mustache came over and greeted us.
Good evening monsieur. Allow me to take you to your table. I am Django, and I will be your personal waiter.
Cool, Mark told me. See, I told you. This place is awesome!
Wait, I said. Django? Youre the owner?
Oui, monsieur, I am Django, the greatest cook youve ever met, and I will be your most loyal servant for tonight. As you see, you are our first customers.
Great! Mark exclaimed.
Yeah, I say. I guess
Django led us to our table. I gotta admit, the place was pretty neat.
So what might we be having today? the very pale Django asked as he handed us the menus.
Cool names you got here, Mark said.
I looked over the menu and was quite shocked. What kinds of names are these?
Ill take this, uh, Pasta Massacre
I said.
Okay, Mark said. One order of Pasta Massacre. Ill have Tenderloin Brutale. And two orders of Bloodiest Mary.
Bloodiest Mary? I repeated under my breath.
Would you gentlemen also be interested in our specialty, Stuffed Head? Django asked.
Ooh, sounds exciting! Mark said. Ill take one. Hes lost his mind.
Your orders are on their way, sir.
Mark, I whispered. I have a bad feeling about this.
I didnt want to sound like a chicken, but their food sounded horrible. And creepy.
I hoped it wasnt too bad.
Then I spotted Django walking towards us, a silver tray in hand.
One Tenderloin Brutale and one Pasta Massacre. Bon Appétit.
I examined the pasta. It looked normal. Normal pasta, normal sauce?
I reluctantly took a bite.
A strong feeling swept over me. I became overjoyed. It was as if all the love in the world flooded my mouth and danced around my tongue.
This is... this is incredible! I shouted.
Yeah, this too! said Mark, as he chowed down on the tenderloin.
I couldnt believe it. It was heavenly! I needed more! I was hungry for more!
I was about to take another bite when I saw something disturbing. It was round. I poked it with my fork and closely examined it.
White all around with a blue circle in the middle.
Shit.
It was a fucking eye.
I threw the fork away from me in terror.
What is this? I yelled at Django. What the hell is this?
It is an eye, monsieur, he replied calmly. This is an exotic restaurant.
Cool! Mark said. An eye!
Django was right. This is the most exotic restaurant here. My pasta had an eye.
I started thinking. Should I continue eating? But it was Marks treat. It would have been impolite. So I took another bite. It tasted better than ever. Maybe they were right. I was just overreacting.
Thats when I swallowed something really good.
I searched my pasta for another piece of that meat.
I saw another chunk. I ate it and it sent me to ecstasy one more time.
Here are your Bloodiest Marys, monsieur.
What could this be? I wondered.
Maybe this has real blood, I told Mark jokingly.
Maybe, he replied.
I took a sip. And it felt real good.
It was so warm. It had a very distinct taste that I have never tasted before.
I had to ask Django what it was.
Django, I called him.
Oui, monsieur?
What is in this pasta?
Our sauce is made from the finest and freshest human blood, eyes, fingers, throat, liver, heart, lungs, and intestines.
Oh.
My mind was blank for five seconds. And then I started to puke.
Mark was shaking violently.
Django continued, That tenderloin is from the hip of a sixteen year old girl. But we sometimes take 13-15 year olds, by request. We use their blood and other bodily liquids for our famous Bloodiest Mary.
I nearly wet my pants. Mark did.
I took the knife and aimed it at the sick bastard. Im gonna kill you! I screamed in anger. Youre crazy! Youre sick!
Are you going to finish your meal, then? Django asked.
Youre a devil!
I am not a devil, Im a genius. Now, we only have one rule for people who do not finish their meals. We cook them.
Wh-what?
Will you finish your meal, monsieur?
We had no choice. I ate every human finger, eye, and other body parts in my pasta. Mark cried as he ate the tenderloin.
After finishing the sick meal, we sat in silence.
Django came back carrying another tray. Now for our specialty, the Stuffed Head.
The next thing we saw was a male human head, served on a silver platter.
Enjoy.
Fuck this, I said. We wanted to leave but we had no other choice. The exits were blocked.
I began to eat the brown eyes. Django suggested we should try the tongue.
Then the head was opened. We needed to eat the brain. Then the skin. Everything.
Dont forget the stuffing, said the devil. They are human penises, kidneys, and ovaries.
I didnt want to hear that. Hours passed and we finally finished the devils course.
P-please let us go, I said.
You didnt like it? It was marvelous! Mark said.
What?! I cried.
Oh, so it didnt change your mind after all. Django, Im gonna order again. Ill bring my family along. Were having a feast, and I want you to make the most out of my friend.
Citat från PapaEmeritus
Citat från Yuzo
Fast nä, i alla avsnitt där de har droger med visar de en jävligt skev bild av det och hur otroligt dåligt det är osv.
De driver med stereotyper av brukare av droger. Som när Brian blir beroende av cocks. Samtidigt är de jävligt liberala angående hur mycket Brian röker på.
Samt att 90% skulle av Family Guy skulle vara anti drog propaganda är ju bullshit.
det är ju sant. till skillnad från i t.ex the simpsons så slutar varje avsnitt av family guy där de brukat droger med nån jävla moralkaka om hur "dåligt" det är eller hur samhället blir sämre pga knarkare osv.
Ta drogdebatten i pm istället.
On 2006, this bizarre-looking baby was born in Charikot, the headquarters of Dolakha district, attracting a huge number of onlookers to witness the astonishing sight.
The neck-less baby with its head almost totally sunk into the upper part of the body and with extraordinarily large eyeballs literally popping out of the eye-sockets, was born to Nir Bahadur Karki and Suntali Karki at the Gaurishnkar Hospital in Charikot. The Karki couple is a permanent resident of Dolakha's Bhirkot VDC.
The bizarre baby, however, died after half an hour of its birth, Suntali, the mother, informed. It was taken to the hospital after its death. The news about such a baby being brought to the hospital spread like wildfire and there were hundreds gathered at the hospital to have a look. The police had to be deployed to control the crowd.
The baby weighed 2kg at birth and was born after the normal nine-month gestation period. Suntali, already a mother of two normal daughters, was not suffering from any illness during the pregnancy. Nir Bahadur, the father, says he does not feel any remorse for the newly-born baby's death. "I am happy that nothing happened to my wife," he said.
NOTE: Our readers, Becca and Andrew, report us that "the baby has a condition called anencephaly, a neural tube defect (like the cyclops baby), with no proper brain formation. The baby would have died a few days later. That's why women are advised to take folate in early pregnancy."
The bizarre paper describing the case reads: "A 22-year-old woman sought medical care for a lesion in the plantar region of her left foot, a well-formed nipple surrounded by areola and hair. Microscopic examination of the dermis showed hair follicles, eccrine glands, and sebaceous glands. Fat tissue was noted at the base of the lesion. Clinical and histopathologic findings were consistent with the diagnosis of supernumerary breast tissue, also known as pseudomamma. To our knowledge, this is the first report of supernumerary breast tissue on the foot."
Wang Fang, 27, of Chongqing city in China, was born with her feet facing the wrong way. She has learned to live with her condition without problems and recently refused a disability pension by being classified as disabled. "I can run faster than most of my friends and have a regular job as a waitress in the family restaurant. There is no reason to class me as disabled."
On 2006, this baby was born with a only one eye in India. Medical staff who helped deliver the child believe that the child's condition was caused by an experimental anti-cancer drug. Another cause written in the report by the hospital was that it could also be the result of a chromosomal disorder. The child was diagnosed with a rare chromosomal disorder, known as cyclopia. She was born with a single eye in the center of her forehead, no nose and her brain fused into a single hemisphere. With such severe deformities, it was a miracle that the girl survived even a few minutes after delivery. The baby died days later.
With a 13-inch tail, Chandre Oram, a tea-estate worker, has become quite an object of devotion in his native Alipurduar, West Bengal and believes that Hanuman is manifest in him. "I was born on Ram Navami (birthday of Lord Ram). People have a lot of faith in me - they get cured of severe ailments when they touch my tail. I believe I can do a lot of good to those who come to me with devotion," says the man, before whom thousands of people queue up each day to seek blessings. In a corner of the courtyard of his home, Oram has set up a small Hanuman temple, where he receives offerings on Ram Navami, which he later offers to the deity.
However, because of the tail, Oram has found it difficult to get a bride. "Almost 20 women have turned down marriage proposals. They see me and agree to a match. But as soon as I turn around, they see my tail and leave. But I have decided I will marry the woman who accepts me and my tail. Or else, I'll remain a bachelor like Hanuman," he said.
Oram's family is proud of his tail and has turned down offers from doctors for its removal by surgery. "He will not survive without his tail. It has become part of his being, his existence," said Rekha, his sister. Doctors say that true tails are rare. But they are located in the coccygeal end of the vertebral column whereas Oram's tail shoots out from the lumbar region. "The coccyx is a vestige in humans and we stopped growing tails from that region a long time ago when we evolved from monkeys. Oram's case seems an aberration, an offshoot of a congenital defect," said eminent surgeon Dr B Ramana. The medical community reads the monkey man's case as a spina bifida -- a defect in the bone of the spine covered by a hole with lots of hair covering it.
Citat från Enemabulldozer
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