A Ship Vanishes Without a Trace, Son of Sam’s Demonic Dog, and a Corpse That Was Executed Twice!

An unsinkable ship disappears into the Arctic void, a serial killer blames his neighbor’s possessed Labrador, laughter becomes a contagion, and England decides that being dead isn’t a good enough excuse to avoid punishment. IT HAPPENED ON THIS DATE, JANUARY 30TH | The Morning Weird Darkness #MWD

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Friday, January 30, 2026

This morning, we’re pulling back the curtain on some of history’s strangest coincidences — the kind that make you wonder if the universe has a dark sense of humor. A vessel built to survive anything slips beneath frozen waters and simply ceases to exist. A killer stalks the streets of New York, claiming demonic orders from an unlikely source. A president survives assassination through what can only be described as divine intervention — or spectacularly bad gunsmithing. Laughter spreads like a plague. And if you thought death was the end of your problems, one former Lord Protector would beg to differ. Grab your coffee. This is going to be a weird one.

Welcome to the Morning Weird Darkness — a darker way to start your day. It’s Friday, January 30th, 2026. This morning: masked heroes, masked rock stars, a whole lot of vanishing acts, and the day a cartoon pizza mascot drove a man to take hostages.

Strange But True: January 30th Throughout History

January 30th has a habit of being… eventful. Not in a pleasant, “let’s celebrate with cake” sort of way, but in the kind of way that makes historians wince and reach for stronger coffee. Let’s take a walk through some of the stranger moments this date has witnessed.

The Bristol Channel Flood of 1607

We begin in 1607, on the coasts of England and Wales, where the morning of January 30th started like any other — until it didn’t. Without warning, a massive wall of water surged up the Bristol Channel and Severn Estuary. Witnesses described a wave that moved faster than a man could run, swallowing everything in its path. By the time the waters receded, approximately two thousand people were dead, and over two hundred square miles of coastline had been devastated.

For centuries, historians assumed this was simply a catastrophic storm surge. But modern researchers have raised a more unsettling possibility: this may have been a tsunami. The descriptions from survivors — the speed of the wave, the way it arrived on an otherwise calm day, the sheer violence of its impact — all align more closely with seismic sea waves than with storm activity. If they’re right, this was Britain’s worst natural disaster on land, and it came from a source no one saw coming. The sea had simply decided, without warning, to reach inland and take what it wanted.

The Lone Ranger Rides Onto the Airwaves (1933)

Let’s jump ahead to 1933, to a small radio station in Detroit called WXYZ. On this date, with the stirring notes of the William Tell Overture and a cry of “Hi-yo, Silver! Away!”, a new hero rode onto the airwaves. The Lone Ranger had arrived.

Created by station owner George Trendle and writer Fran Striker, the masked rider of the plains would become one of the most enduring Western heroes in American history. The show ran for over two decades, producing nearly three thousand episodes. It spawned a television series, movies, comic books, and enough merchandise to fill a frontier town. The Lone Ranger’s moral code — his refusal to shoot to kill, his dedication to justice, his mysterious silver bullets — defined a generation’s understanding of heroism.

But here’s what’s strange: the character was created during the Great Depression, at a time when people were desperate for something to believe in. And they found it in a man who wore a mask and refused to reveal his true identity. In an era when trust was scarce, America put its faith in someone whose face they couldn’t even see. There’s something almost paradoxical about that — and something deeply human.

The Flying Wallendas Tragedy (1962)

Moving to 1962, we encounter a tragedy that still haunts the circus world. The Flying Wallendas were legendary — a family of high-wire performers known for their death-defying acts, including a seven-person pyramid performed without a safety net. On January 30th, during a performance in Detroit, that pyramid collapsed.

Two performers fell to their deaths. A third was paralyzed for life. The audience watched in horror as bodies tumbled through the air, as the impossible became terrifyingly real. Karl Wallenda, the family patriarch, was among those on the wire that night. He survived, and he kept performing. When asked why he continued after such tragedy, he reportedly said, “Life is being on the wire. Everything else is just waiting.”

The Wallendas never stopped walking the high wire. They still perform today, three generations later. But they carry that night with them — a reminder that the line between spectacle and catastrophe is thinner than a steel cable.

The Tanganyika Laughter Epidemic (1962)

That same year — 1962 — something began in what is now Tanzania that felt almost harmless at first.

Laughter.

At a school near Lake Victoria, a handful of students began laughing uncontrollably. Not giggling. Not joking. Laughing until they couldn’t stop — until breathing hurt, until tears came, until exhaustion followed.

And then it spread.

From student to student. From school to school. Entire classrooms disrupted. Communities affected. Schools shut down — not because of violence or illness, but because laughter had become impossible to contain.

Doctors eventually classified it as a mass psychogenic illness — stress expressed through a strange, uncontrollable outlet. But that explanation never quite settles the feeling.

Because laughter is supposed to be light.

This wasn’t.

The Tanganyika Laughter Epidemic, as it came to be known, affected over a thousand people and lasted for months. It’s a reminder that even our most human responses can turn against us — that joy itself can become something unrecognizable.

The Beatles’ Rooftop Concert (1969)

January 30th, 1969. London. A cold Thursday afternoon. And four men climbed to the roof of a building on Savile Row, plugged in their instruments, and played music together for the last time in public.

The Beatles’ rooftop concert is one of those moments that feels almost mythical now — like something that couldn’t possibly have happened the way we remember it. But it did. John, Paul, George, and Ringo, joined by keyboardist Billy Preston, performed for forty-two minutes on the roof of Apple Corps headquarters while confused pedestrians gathered below and irritated businessmen called the police.

They played “Get Back” three times. They played “Don’t Let Me Down” and “I’ve Got a Feeling” and “One After 909.” Paul McCartney improvised new lyrics as the police arrived: “You’ve been playing on the roofs again, and you know your Momma doesn’t like it, she’s gonna have you arrested!”

When it was over, John Lennon leaned into the microphone and said, “I’d like to say thank you on behalf of the group and ourselves, and I hope we’ve passed the audition.”

It was the last time the Beatles ever performed together in front of an audience. Within a year, they would announce their breakup. The rooftop concert wasn’t planned as a farewell — but that’s what it became. A forty-two-minute goodbye, played on a cold roof in London, while the world watched from the street below.

No tickets. No stage lights. No farewell announcement. Just music drifting down into the cold air as office workers and pedestrians slowly realized they were hearing something impossible — the most famous band in the world, playing one last time, unannounced, above their heads.

It wasn’t meant to be historic.

It just became that way.

Kiss Plays Their First Concert (1973)

Four years later, on this same date in 1973, another band played their first concert. At a small venue called the Popcorn Club in Queens, New York, four musicians took the stage wearing makeup — though not yet the iconic designs they would become famous for. The band was Kiss.

There’s something poetic about that juxtaposition: the Beatles ending their live career on January 30th, and Kiss beginning theirs on the same date four years later. One door closes, another opens. The torch passes from one generation of rock and roll to the next.

Windows Vista Launches (2007)

Now, let’s talk about 2007. Because on this date, Microsoft released Windows Vista to consumers worldwide. And if you lived through that era, you just felt a chill run down your spine.

Vista was supposed to be revolutionary. Microsoft had spent five years and billions of dollars developing it. They promised it would be faster, more secure, more beautiful than anything that came before. What they delivered was… something else entirely.

Vista was bloated. It was slow. It demanded hardware that most computers didn’t have. It nagged users with constant security pop-ups, asking permission to do things that previous versions of Windows had done automatically. Drivers didn’t work. Programs crashed. Computers that had run perfectly fine on Windows XP suddenly struggled to open a web browser.

The backlash was immediate and brutal. Apple ran ads mocking Vista mercilessly. Businesses refused to upgrade. Dell and other manufacturers actually started offering “downgrade” options, allowing customers to buy new computers with the older Windows XP installed instead. Within two years, Microsoft was rushing to release Windows 7, essentially an apology in software form.

Vista has since been called one of the biggest failures in tech history. It wasn’t just bad — it was bad in a way that eroded trust, that made people question whether Microsoft knew what it was doing. And it all launched on January 30th, 2007. A date that lives in infamy for IT departments everywhere.

COVID-19 Declared a Global Health Emergency (2020)

Finally, we arrive at 2020. On January 30th of that year, the World Health Organization declared the COVID-19 outbreak a Public Health Emergency of International Concern. At the time, the virus had infected fewer than ten thousand people worldwide. Most of those cases were still in China. The declaration felt precautionary to many — perhaps even alarmist.

Within weeks, the world would look very different.

I don’t need to tell you what happened next. You lived it. We all did. But it’s worth noting that this date — January 30th, 2020 — was the moment when the machinery of global response officially began to move. The moment when COVID stopped being a regional outbreak and started being everyone’s problem.

We’re still living with the consequences of what came after. And it all traces back to this date — to a declaration that seemed, at the time, like it might be an overreaction. History has a way of making fools of us all.

Horror: Vanishing Ships, Demonic Dogs, and Lights in the Sky

If the previous stories made you uneasy, well… you might want to set down your coffee for this section. Because now we’re venturing into darker territory — stories that don’t just unsettle the mind, but crawl under the skin and stay there.

The MS Hans Hedtoft: Denmark’s Titanic (1959)

Let’s begin with a ship. The MS Hans Hedtoft was built in Denmark in 1958, designed specifically for the treacherous waters between Denmark and Greenland. Her builders spared no expense. She had a double hull. Seven watertight compartments. An armored bow designed to break through ice. She was, according to those who built her, “the safest ship afloat.” Some even called her unsinkable.

If that word sends a chill through you, it should.

On January 7th, 1959, the Hans Hedtoft departed Copenhagen on her maiden voyage. The journey to Greenland was completed in record time. The ship called at several ports, took on passengers and cargo, and on January 29th began her return journey to Denmark. She carried forty crew members, fifty-five passengers, and — in a detail that would later haunt historians — 3.25 tons of irreplaceable archives documenting Greenlandic history.

On January 30th, 1959, approximately thirty-five miles south of Cape Farewell, the southernmost point of Greenland, the Hans Hedtoft struck an iceberg.

The first distress call came at 1:56 in the afternoon. The ship had hit ice. Within an hour, a second message reported that the engine room was flooding. At 3:12, the crew announced that the ship was sinking. A final transmission came at 5:41: the ship was going down slowly, and they needed immediate assistance.

Rescue vessels rushed toward the coordinates. Aircraft attempted to take off from Newfoundland but were grounded by weather. A German trawler, the Johannes Krüss, pushed through ice-filled, stormy waters in a desperate attempt to reach the stricken vessel. At 6:06, the beginning of an SOS was received — and then nothing.

The Hans Hedtoft was gone.

No survivors were ever found. No bodies were recovered. The wreckage has never been located. The only piece of the Hans Hedtoft ever discovered was a single life ring that washed ashore in Iceland nine months later.

Ninety-five people vanished into the Arctic darkness, and the sea has never given them back. The Hans Hedtoft remains, to this day, the last known ship to be sunk by an iceberg with loss of life. And unlike the Titanic, she left no survivors to tell her story, no wreckage to explore, no closure for the families who lost everything that night. She simply… ceased to exist. Swallowed by cold water and colder silence.

Flight Star Tiger Vanishes Over the Atlantic (1948)

But the Hans Hedtoft wasn’t the first vessel to vanish on January 30th.

Eleven years earlier — on January 30th, 1948 — British South American Airways Flight Star Tiger disappeared over the Atlantic.

No distress call.

No confirmed wreckage.

Just a plane that left the Azores bound for Bermuda — and never arrived.

The Star Tiger was an Avro Tudor IV aircraft carrying twenty-five passengers and six crew members. Weather conditions were poor but not unprecedented. The aircraft’s last radio transmission was routine. And then… silence.

Theories followed: weather, navigation errors, mechanical failure. The official investigation concluded that the cause could not be determined. The ocean kept its answer.

The Star Tiger vanished in what would later become known as the Bermuda Triangle — though that term wouldn’t be coined for another sixteen years. But even without the mythology, the disappearance remains unsettling. A plane. Thirty-one people. Gone without explanation.

Varig Flight 967 Disappears Over the Pacific (1979)

Three decades later, on January 30th, 1979, it happened again.

Varig Flight 967 disappeared over the Pacific Ocean. The cargo freighter was carrying six crew members and valuable artworks — paintings that were never recovered.

No debris field.

No confirmed impact site.

Just another gap where a plane should have been.

And here’s the detail that transforms this from tragedy into something more unsettling: the pilot of that doomed flight was Gilberto Araújo da Silva. Six years earlier, in 1973, da Silva had been the commander of Varig Flight 820, which crashed near Paris, killing 123 people. He was one of the survivors.

What are the odds? One pilot, involved in two separate aviation disasters, both ending in mass casualties? The first time, he walked away. The second time, he vanished without a trace, along with his entire crew and aircraft.

Some have called it coincidence. Others have called it something darker — a curse, perhaps, or a debt that the universe eventually collected.

UFO Sightings: The Varginha Incident and Beyond

And then there are the reports that don’t involve radar screens or flight manifests — just people looking up.

On January 30th, 1996, authorities in Brazil publicly addressed reports tied to what would become known as the Varginha UFO incident — sightings, alleged encounters, and claims that something non-human had moved through the city weeks earlier.

The Varginha case is one of the most famous UFO incidents in Brazilian history. Witnesses — including military personnel and medical staff — reported seeing creatures with large heads, thin bodies, and reddish-brown skin. Some claimed the beings were captured. Others claimed they were injured or killed. The Brazilian government denied everything, but the denials only fueled more questions.

No official confirmation ever followed.

Just silence.

Years later, January 30th appears again and again in the National UFO Reporting Center’s logs — different locations, different witnesses, same calendar day.

In 2007, again in 2012, and once more in 2016, the same calendar date appears in the National UFO Reporting Center’s logs — lights moving in ways they shouldn’t, objects stopping midair, things that didn’t behave like aircraft or like anything people could easily name.

Individually, each report can be explained away.

Together, they form something else.

A pattern — not loud, not dramatic — just persistent.

As if January 30th has a habit of opening the sky slightly… and letting uncertainty slip through.

The Son of Sam’s Demonic Dog (1977)

Now let’s move from the vanishing to the violent. The year is 1977, and New York City is gripped by terror.

On January 30th, 1977, twenty-six-year-old Christine Freund and her fiancé John Diel left a movie theater in Queens. They had just watched Rocky — a film about an underdog fighting against impossible odds. They walked to John’s car, parked near the Forest Hills train station, and sat together, planning the rest of their evening.

They never saw their attacker.

Three shots pierced the car. John, in a panic, managed to drive away seeking help. He survived with minor injuries. Christine, shot twice, died in the hospital hours later.

The killer was David Berkowitz — though he wouldn’t be identified for another seven months. By then, he would be known by a different name: the Son of Sam.

Berkowitz terrorized New York for over a year, targeting young couples in parked cars, killing six people and wounding eleven others. He taunted police with letters, mocked investigators, and created a climate of fear that transformed the city. Women cut and dyed their hair after reports suggested he targeted those with long, dark locks. Couples avoided parking in secluded areas. The summer of 1977 became known as the Summer of Sam.

But here’s where the story takes a turn into genuine horror territory.

When Berkowitz was finally captured in August 1977, he offered an explanation for his crimes. He claimed that his neighbor, Sam Carr, owned a dog named Harvey — a black Labrador. And Berkowitz insisted that this dog was possessed by a demon. A demon that commanded him to kill.

He said the dog spoke to him. That it demanded blood. That he had no choice but to obey.

Was Berkowitz genuinely delusional? Was he constructing an insanity defense? Years later, he admitted that the demonic dog story was fabricated — a lie designed to help him avoid conviction. But some researchers aren’t so sure. Berkowitz has since become a born-again Christian in prison and has expressed genuine remorse for his crimes. But he’s also made cryptic references to others being involved, to a possible cult connection, to things he’s never fully explained.

The truth about what drove David Berkowitz to kill remains, in some ways, as mysterious as the crimes themselves. But one thing is certain: on January 30th, 1977, Christine Freund became one of his victims. She was twenty-six years old. She had just watched a movie about fighting impossible odds. And she never made it home.

Today Is… A Collection of Weird Observances

After all that darkness, let’s lighten the mood slightly. Because January 30th isn’t just a repository for historical horrors — it’s also home to some genuinely bizarre observances. Let’s see what we’re supposed to be celebrating today.

National Croissant Day

First up: National Croissant Day. That’s right — today we honor the flaky, buttery, crescent-shaped pastry that the French perfected and the rest of us have been trying to replicate ever since. If you’ve ever attempted to make croissants from scratch, you know it’s essentially a two-day commitment involving approximately forty-seven layers of butter and a significant amount of regret. Just buy one from a bakery. Life is short. Flaky layers, at least, are reliable.

National Draw a Dinosaur Day

Today is also National Draw a Dinosaur Day. I don’t know who decided this was necessary, but I support it wholeheartedly. There’s something pure about adults being given permission to sketch a T-Rex during their lunch break. Bonus points if you add a top hat. Dinosaurs look dignified in top hats.

National Escape Day

Speaking of escaping reality, it’s National Escape Day — which feels less like a celebration and more like a suggestion. Whether that means a spa day, a road trip, or simply locking yourself in the bathroom for fifteen minutes of peace, today is your excuse. You’re welcome.

National Fun at Work Day

Counterbalancing that is National Fun at Work Day — a phrase that sounds better the farther away you are from work. This holiday encourages you to bring joy to your workplace. These two holidays feel like they’re in direct conflict with each other. “Escape from everything!” says one. “No, stay at work but have fun!” says the other. Choose your own adventure, I suppose.

National Big Wig Day

Since today is the last Friday in January, it’s also National Big Wig Day. This one actually has a charitable component — participants are encouraged to wear ridiculous wigs and donate to charity. It’s a post-holiday-blues antidote disguised as an excuse to look foolish in public. It also raises important questions — none of which HR is prepared to answer.

National Inane Answering Message Day

Now we get to the truly absurd. Today is National Inane Answering Message Day. This is a real observance encouraging you to record the most ridiculous voicemail greeting possible. In an era when almost no one leaves voicemails anymore, this holiday feels almost quaint — a relic from a time when missing a call meant something. But if you still have a landline, today’s the day to let your creativity shine. So if your voicemail has been confusing people for years, congratulations — you’re now culturally validated.

Yodel for Your Neighbors Day

And finally — and I cannot stress enough that this is real — today is Yodel for Your Neighbors Day.

Yes. Yodel. For your neighbors.

The holiday invites you to step outside and practice the traditional Alpine vocal technique for the benefit (or torment) of everyone within earshot. I have so many questions. Who created this? Why? Have they ever actually lived next to someone who yodels at 7 AM?

But you know what? Life is strange. January 30th is strange. And if standing on your porch yodeling into the winter air brings you joy, who am I to judge? Just maybe wait until after 9 AM. Your neighbors will thank you.

The Kicker: History’s Strangest Moments

We close, as always, with the absurd. And January 30th has delivered some truly remarkable moments of historical strangeness.

Oliver Cromwell’s Posthumous Execution (1661)

Let’s start in 1661, with a story about revenge that death itself couldn’t prevent.

Oliver Cromwell was the Lord Protector of England — the man who led the Parliamentary forces against King Charles I during the English Civil War and who signed the warrant for the king’s execution. Cromwell ruled England for nearly a decade before dying of natural causes in 1658.

You’d think that would be the end of his story. You’d be wrong.

When the monarchy was restored under Charles II, the new king faced a dilemma. Cromwell was already dead and buried in Westminster Abbey. But Charles II wanted revenge for his father’s execution. And he was not going to let a little thing like Cromwell being deceased get in the way.

On January 30th, 1661 — the twelfth anniversary of King Charles I’s beheading — Cromwell’s corpse was exhumed from its grave. His body was dragged through the streets of London, hanged in chains at Tyburn, and then beheaded. The severed head was placed on a spike outside Westminster Hall, where it remained for over twenty years.

Let me be clear: they executed a man who had been dead for more than two years. They dug him up specifically to kill him again. And they did it on the anniversary of the crime they were punishing him for.

It wasn’t justice. It wasn’t law. It was a message — one delivered to a man who could no longer hear it, but meant for everyone else who could.

This is commitment to pettiness on a level that almost has to be admired. Charles II really woke up and said, “Death is not going to save you from consequences.” And he meant it.

Andrew Jackson’s Failed Assassination (1835)

Now let’s talk about President Andrew Jackson, a man who seemed to exist in a state of perpetual conflict with the universe.

On January 30th, 1835, Jackson was leaving a congressional funeral at the U.S. Capitol when a man named Richard Lawrence stepped forward and aimed a pistol at him. Lawrence pulled the trigger.

The gun misfired.

Lawrence pulled out a second pistol and aimed again.

That gun also misfired.

The odds of two separate pistols both misfiring in sequence have been estimated at roughly 1 in 125,000. Either Jackson was the luckiest man alive, or someone up there really wanted him to finish his presidency.

But here’s where it gets even better: Jackson, who was sixty-seven years old at the time, did not flee. He did not take cover. Instead, the president charged at his would-be assassin and began beating him with a cane.

Jackson had to be physically restrained by those around him — including Congressman Davy Crockett — before he injured Lawrence too severely. The assassination attempt had failed, and Jackson had responded by attempting to assassinate his assassin right back.

The reason for the misfires? Moisture, faulty percussion caps, bad luck — historians still debate it. But the result isn’t debated. The first assassination attempt on a U.S. president ended not with tragedy, but with physics and stubbornness refusing to cooperate.

Lawrence was later found not guilty by reason of insanity. He believed he was the rightful King of England and that Jackson was preventing him from claiming his throne. He spent the rest of his life in mental institutions.

Jackson, meanwhile, lived another ten years, presumably still angry about something.

The Birth of the Computer Virus (1982)

Our next kicker takes us to 1982, and to a fifteen-year-old high school student in Pittsburgh named Richard Skrenta.

Skrenta was a computer enthusiast with a mischievous streak. He liked to share pirated games with his friends, but he had developed a reputation for hiding pranks inside the software. His friends had stopped accepting disks from him.

So Skrenta found another way.

On January 30th, 1982, he wrote a program called “Elk Cloner” — a self-replicating piece of code that would attach itself to Apple II floppy disks. Every fiftieth time an infected disk was booted, the screen would display a short poem Skrenta had written:

Elk Cloner: The program with a personality It will get on all your disks It will infiltrate your chips Yes, it’s Cloner! It will stick to you like glue It will modify RAM too Send in the Cloner!

It was meant as a joke. A prank for his friends. A way to get around the fact that they wouldn’t accept software from him directly.

What Skrenta had accidentally created was the first personal computer virus to spread in the wild.

Elk Cloner propagated through floppy disk sharing, jumping from computer to computer across the country. It didn’t destroy data or cause serious harm — it just displayed that poem and continued spreading. But it demonstrated something that computer scientists hadn’t fully grasped yet: that self-replicating code could escape its creator’s control and take on a life of its own.

Richard Skrenta was fifteen years old when he changed the future of cybersecurity forever. He just wanted to annoy his friends. Instead, he invented the computer virus.

Malware’s origin story… was a joke.

And honestly? That’s kind of the most teenage thing imaginable.

The Noid Hostage Crisis (1989)

Our final kicker might be the strangest of all.

On January 30th, 1989, a man in Atlanta, Georgia convinced himself that Domino’s Pizza’s cartoon mascot — The Noid — was personally tormenting him.

His name was Kenneth Lamar Noid.

Yes, really.

Kenneth Noid believed that the Domino’s advertising campaign — which featured a mischievous clay-animated character designed to represent everything that could go wrong with pizza delivery — was created specifically to mock him. He became convinced that the company was using its mascot to harass him personally.

So he did what any reasonable person would do.

He took hostages inside a Domino’s restaurant.

Kenneth Noid held two employees at gunpoint for over five hours, demanding $100,000, a getaway car, and a copy of a book called “The Widow’s Son.” He forced the employees to make him a pizza, which he ate during the standoff.

The situation ended without fatalities. Both hostages escaped unharmed. Kenneth Noid was arrested and charged with kidnapping, aggravated assault, and possession of a firearm during the commission of a crime.

He was found not guilty by reason of insanity.

A cartoon villain. A hostage crisis. Pizza.

January 30th doesn’t scream its weirdness.

It lets it unfold naturally.

Final Thoughts

That’s your morning dose of weird for Friday, January 30th.

We’ve covered ghost ships, demonic dogs, corpse executions, mass hysteria disguised as laughter, vanishing aircraft, and a man who went to war with a pizza mascot. If that doesn’t prepare you for whatever your Friday has in store, I don’t know what will.

I’ll be back tonight with the regular Weird Darkness podcast — something a little longer, a little darker, and hopefully just as strange. And if you want to experience it with a few thousand of your closest friends, come hang out in the live chat during tonight’s YouTube premiere. We go live at 10 Eastern, 9 Central, 8 Mountain, 7 Pacific, over at WeirdDarkness.com/YouTube. It’s like a virtual campfire, except everyone’s in their pajamas and the ghost stories are real.

Until then, enjoy your croissant, skip the yodeling, and remember: if you’re having a bad day, at least no one is digging up your corpse to execute you twelve years after you died. And no cartoon characters are plotting against you.

Probably.

References

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