Due to the delicate age of some of the members here, I was going to post an educational PSA talking about how eating too much candy is bad for your teeth, yadda yadda yadda. But then I remembered that getting cavities eventually leads to feeling like you’re in a Jefferson Airplane song, so go right ahead, but don’t forget to share your post-dentist appointment videos.

And in continuation of DYOG Dental Day 2010 – the sequel of sorts to the video of the little boy high out of his mind after a trip to the dentist.

Without any false modesty, I’m going to admit I consider myself somewhat of an internet harmony keeper: with my awesomeness I balance out all the junk content out there, and like a godly figure/superhero I watch over all of you. I’m also very lonely and cry myself to sleep every night – UH OH I THINK THE PILLS ARE WEARING OFF

cynnicysm has been plagued with death threats ever since he discovered, and subsequently hoarded the nation’s supply of giant Nutella jars. Thankfully Amazon has averted his kidnapping and murder by a mysterious pantsless man, and now everyone can have enough Nutella to smother a large cat.

There was this time I was in a movie rental place and picked up a video called “Sausage Factory”, because I’ve always had an interest in making my own delicious tubes of minced meat. I assumed the shirtless men on the cover were master Polish sausage makers, but once I slid the tape into my VHS machine I realized I was very wrong. Btw, washing your eyes with bleach does not erase memories.

Awwwwww… Kill it! Kill it with fire! It carries the plague!

I have a lump of guilt burdening my stomach like a Big Texan Free 72oz. Steak. You see, I had a Tamagotchi once – I raised him from an egg, named him Boris and every night before I fell asleep I’d feed him and tell him all my secrets. Then a girl named Tiffany asked if she could borrow him and my hormones said “yes”. I’m so sorry Boris…

Honestly, does it get cuter than this?

Our official fan page is a land of bizarre socialization, no pants, zero Mark Zuckerbergs, and maybe if you’re lucky, just a little love. There’s also a Video Fantastica! fan page which will post the most popular video of the day on your wall, so now you don’t even have to use your stupid typing fingers. Stupendous!

I’m thinking of making a game called One Button Admin. On the first screen clicking the left mouse button would take my pants off, and on the next one it would put me in a hot tub full of Brazilian supermodels. The ultimate goal would be to become a pantsless god, irresistible to everyone of female gender. The game would basically be my autobiography.

A top-down dual stick shooter with very simple and fun gameplay, reminiscent of some original Playstation games. As a mercenary fighting the evil hordes, your job is to shoot first, ask questions never, and not die. There’s also a Free version for all you cheapskates.

An example of the direction Sega should be, but isn’t, taking 3D Sonic games in.

In the Year of Online Gaming, 2010, the game developers of this planet devised the ultimate plan. They would reshape the Future by changing the Past. The plan required something that felt no pity. No pain. No fear. Something unstoppable. They created ‘THE BIRDINATOR’.

Oh god, he looked down.

If a week ago someone told me I would be smashing cute little turtles with a giant sledge hammer, I would have clenched my fists in rage and shown them that (rejected) poster I made for PETA where I’m lying naked with a porcupine covering my funny parts (ouch). But that was a week ago.

It can also sort socks!

Admin: In this cute zombie game you have to..

Angry Husky: Wait – cute? Zombie? You know what’s cute? My poop in your new shoes. What, you don’t think that’s cute? Fine, I’ll make it a heart shaped poop. There.

His name is Marvin Caribou, he’s the new Antoine Dodson, and he likes to living on the street and doing drugs.

Yup, it’s another blue elephant game. Honestly I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do in this one. I’ve just been sitting in front of the computer randomly hitting the arrow keys, and that feels pretty gratifying. Though maybe that’s because I removed my pants? Yes, it’s definitely because I removed my pants.

I don’t think Her Highness likes her new dress.