Sorry for the late post, but here are your Freak-Out Friday Winners! Each of you should email me your addy or look me up on Facebook (under the moniker “Chris Ward”) to receive your WORST PRIZES EVER Gift Box! You won’t be disappointed. The first winner is none other than Friginator. How could I not give this guy a box of free crap? His entry was ridiculously long, for starters, but very entertaining. I once wrote a 600 word panegyric to Willie Aames from Charles in Charge, so I’m not one to point fingers at verbose web comment entries. Here’s the cartoon that scared him most as a child. He is apparently a giant pussy.

Also, I want to send a box of free crap to Rock Ripsnort. A.) for having the coolest Ninja Turtle villain name that never was and, B.) for making me want to find some episodes of Chuck Jones’ Curiosity Shop, which isn’t on DVD. I couldn’t track  down the cartoon that scared him, but this is pretty much all I need to see.

While we’re on the subject of cartoons that terrified us as children (please, I implore you: enter the contest. There’s one entry for god’s sake. your odds are pretty good.), I think it’s safe to say every child crapped themselves on the inside (which is shortly followed by the inevitable actual pants-crapping) when they see Claymation for the first time: it’s unnatural, it’s jerky, it sometimes involves large raisins playing saxophones. I remember catching this Mark Twain cartoon on TV when I was a child before it was banned altogether for sending most 6-year-olds screaming into rubber rooms for the rest of their lives. I’m sure you have too. If you haven’t, your memories of Mark Twain still include occasionally-racist rafting journeys down the Mississippi. For the rest of us, the Mysterious Stranger (not to be confused with the Phantom Stranger) ranks right up there with Phanto, the flying mask/key-stealing hellbeast from Super Mario 2. Oh, except he’s an Angel named Satan. Goof Troop it’s not.

Shown: one-way ticket to tears-land.

I’m pretty sure the furor over Twilight should have died down by now. I mean, look at this douchebag. Are girls really creaming their jeans over a PALER Conan O’ Brian?

And now the god-awful DVD is out, and I gotta hear about that all month until they next shitty movie begins production and Entertainment Weekly announces Spencer Pratt is playing Werewolf Jones or whatever the hell characters are in the next book. And I gotta have girls who are old-enough-to-goddamned-know-better asking me “You don’t know who Werewolf Jones is?” Just kill me now.

But, to ease my pain, I found a pretty awful cartoon that now instantly plays in my head whenever someone mentions Twilight. Don’t ask me how her butt is on her back.

Yes. “Shit Vampire.” Or, as I call him, Matthew Matthew McConaughey. Enjoy your Friday!