the phenomenon that is SMOE

somewhere on the 'net is a legend... they call it SMOE. just who are these people, anyway??? how do they spend their summer weekends??? a crack team of investigative journalists has infiltrated the group, and here, for the first time anywhere, is the photographic evidence...

general information

we believe that this photograph displays the SMOE manifesto in its purest form. although we were not able to record any audio evidence, we have deduced that the motto of SMOE is "die, scum, die!" as can be seen, this member of SMOE apparently takes the motto to extremes, even to the point of threatening the life of a fellow member. anti-social behavior at its finest. or worst. whatever.



a weekend in the life

1.) action as you've never seen it before!

frankly, we cannot even attempt to begin to explain the events in this series of photographs. our only theory is that this must be some kind of secret ritual involving the torture of a defenseless stuffed animal, which can have no positive or socially beneficial results.










2.) more ritualistic behavior

the members of SMOE also displayed some other ritualistic behavior. fortunately, this behavior was not as impenetrable and consisted of some kind of fire worship. we are not yet sure if this indicates that SMOE is a religious organization (the behavior of one member, in particular, indicates that it is not), and are continuing research into this particular facet of the group.


well, maybe it is some sort of religious cult. how else can one explain this photograph?

note that this member -- who also was previously displayed brandishing a barbeque fork -- wears a garment with the name SMOE on it. perhaps he is their leader? their mascot?


3. yet more ritualistic behavior (getting monotonous, huh?)

if the man wearing the monogrammed shirt is SMOE's leader, then the seated man must be an object of worship or adoration -- a hearth god or tutelary deity, perhaps. note the abject disdain on his face as the two cult members offer libations and sacred gestures in his name. one can only conclude that he is the ambivalent master of a bunch of freaks.



the morning after

as the sun rises on a new day, we find the god, his concubine (displaying the latest in divine fashion on her forehead) and their henchman lounging in the temple and waiting for caffeine to take effect. note the compact disc containing the sacred music of the temple. we have been unable to determine the significance of the circular object on the henchman's midriff. one member of our group has hypothesized that it is a target, but the majority of us think that theory is just plain stupid.


additional observations