I've done it.

I have found the two funniest websites on the internet. I'm serious; they're funny.

Anyone remember the Burger King Kids Club?

The token black guy with a Kid 'n Play haircut to match, Jaws was never seen without his trusty compass & binoculars, but that doesn't help explain why he was named after a freaking shark. You could make the really obscure connection to his fondness of nature & the environment, but I'm pretty sure that sharks aren't an endangered species.

Hang on a second... token black guy? Kid 'n Play haircut? Fondness of nature & the environment? There's something very familiar about all that. Now where have I seen someone fitting that description before?

Why, it's Kwame of the Planeteers! Holy crap, look at that. Kwame & Jaws even dress similarly. They're both wearing shirts with the planet Earth on them, & matching green tube socks! GREEN FREAKING TUBE SOCKS!

And if that's a little low brow for you, here's (Boing :-() Quentin Tarantino's Republic Dogs. For those of you who don't know your classical philosophy, the following excerpt references the cave allegory, mixed in with The Symposium (starring Socrates, Alcibiades and Aristophanes). Also, Alcibiades really was a pussy.

Socrates: Bingo. So you'd say this gimp, you'd say this gimp motherfucker would be unable to perceive true perfection -- but that don't mean it don't exist. Now if you brought him out of the cave, into the light, things would be less dark, and his eyes might heal a little, he might begin to see a glimmer of light, thereby gaining the idea of true perfection --

Aristotle: What kind of argument is that? Your theory of the forms rests on an arbitrary and vicious act of violence.

Socrates: [Draws his gun.] Aristotle, you're Plato's student, I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets through your heart if you don't take back what you said about me being violent now!

Aristotle: [Also drawing gun] You shoot, you'll be dining with Lord Hades tonight. I repeat. You kill me, your ass is eating pomegranite fucking casserole for the rest of eternity.

Alcibiades: Shit, man, you're acting like a bunch of fuckin' Spartans. Am I the only philosopher around here?

Socrates and Aristotle: [To Alcibiades] Shut up!

Alcibiades: Guys, guys, calm down. Look, I've got it. Let's have a symposium -- we can all drink wine and make speeches in praise of love.

Aristotle: What are you, some kind of pansy?

Socrates: Shoot that dipshit.

[Socrates and Aristotle turn in unison and shoot Alcibiades, then turn back and again aim at each other.]