Some more ground breaking investigative reporting of mine is up on the main Cracked site. This time, wearing my hat with the word “Press” tucked firmly inside the hatband, and using that trustiest tool in a journalist’s utility belt, Google, I researched the stupidest looking novel covers I could find. As it turns out, they were all Fantasy and Science Fiction novels, which made titling the article a snap.
On a side note, I’m always on the lookout for more stupid images to make fun of, so if you own a digital camera and have a penchant for dressing up your pets like famous dictators, or just know a guy with a really good mustache, I’d love to know about it. Send your pix to me at: chrisbucholz@yahoo.com.
One caveat: please don’t just raid some other websites cache of “wacky images.” Lord knows I can do that myself. Also, anyone sending me an image gets a free lifetime membership to this blog, which does not now, not will it ever make or charge any money. But still, free membership!
Chris Bucholz 
I would think that you, of all people, would know the difference between a Unicorn and a Pegasus. I’m terribly disappointed.
Awesome as always. Please, have my babies.
Whoa, hold up there Bunny Fletcher! You would think that “he” of all people would know the difference between a unicorn and Pegasus?
Firstly, do you know all people? I don’t know you, but it’s possible you know me. Maybe have some sort of secret dossier on me. Secondly, do you even know this “Robotman” – or do you just have some sort of internet crush on him, thereby giving you the insight as to whether or not he would be able to tell the difference between mythical creatures.
It’s a mystery. A magical, magical mystery.
On a different note, does anybody need some Cialis?
Nothing sinister about this at all. Bunny Fletcher speaks in such a familiar way towards me for a very good reason: she’s my roommate.
And the reason she’s so sensitive about unicorns is because of the still painful memories she has of her childhood pet unicorn, which, after getting attacked by a rabid wolf, had to be put down. She shot him in the head herself – an event which turned out to be a defining moment in her life, and the first stage of her growing up and becoming a man.
Ahh, I remember when I shot my first unicorn.
Good times.
Apologies Bunny Fletcher, but only half apologies, because I still don’t believe that you know all people. Unless you do have secret dossiers. In which case, go on about your business.
Robotman, make more funny things. It would make me happy.
That is all.