Dear Tweelore:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when we skinny dipped in your apartment, and I saw you knock out Bill Clinton. I'm sure you're middle-class enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning your old lottery coupons to you, but I'll keep your suicide note ( Read more... )

El Chupacabra exists. It's a dog thing, it's been on tape, pictures, etc.
The Loch Ness Monster is awesome, because I, for one, can say it in Scottish Gaelic :) (thank you, Michaela!)