For eons, mankind has had questions. Questions that resonate with the very soul. How did we get here? Is there a meaning to life? Is there a higher being? Philosophers and Scientists has long debated and researched these very questions since our species first rose from the wretched knuckles of the ape to the glorious triumph that is walking upright. But among these questions, there is one that many fear have no answer, and great thinkers everywere have finally given up, flinging their hands up in mental despondency. I'm talking, of course, of the one true question:
What is Malictus's relation to Broadway/Movie/Televison star John Lithgow?
I mean, come on! Look at them! It doesn't make any sense! There is no natural reason! See for yourself!
Malictus
John Lithgow
Bustin' out da hawt jamz
WES SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!
Last edited by Ebola Gay on Sun Jul 24, 2005 8:57 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Thanks Nick for making me laugh out loud in the middle of the library
I actually went into a convenience store once and had the person behind the counter think I WAS John Lithgow; I explained I wasn't but I'm still not sure that she believed me.
When I was younger I was also mistaken for Michael Stipe (going to school in Athens GA made this even funnier); I'll try to scrounge up a pic or two to post for comparison...
