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Thursday, 20 July 2006
BURN THIS!

Once again, our lame Congress has narrowly voted down the flag burning amendment. Why the hell didn’t it pass this time? Don’t our politicians know how important this issue is to the survival of our great nation? In a recent AP poll of 1,000 registered crazy people, 77% said they feel flag burning is the biggest threat to America’s sovereignty, right behind the Tooth Fairy and killer armies of radioactive anal probing kangaroos.

Yet flag burning has had a long and notable history in the United States. Who was the first flag burner? That distinction in fact, goes to Betsy Ross, the creator of the U.S. flag still used in schools, municipal buildings, and as white trash bandanas to this very day.

You see, the Stars n’ Stripes was not Ms. Ross’s only design. Her initial flag concept was actually a bright orange pennant with brown skid marks that contained the slogan “America: Where Europeans Go To Slaughter Indians." After a close vote, the Founding Fathers decided against that version and went with Ross’s least favorite backup design- the Stars’ n’ Stripes.

The Stars n’ Stripes flag, however, did become a huge hit, but Ross was so upset by the snub of her preferred version that she burned the American flag (and a couple hundred colonial Minutemen) in protest. A few months later, she left Washington and spent the next twenty years as a fetish prostitute for Quakers and their livestock.

By the 19th Century, however, flag-burning incidents had become extremely rare. Flags at the time could not be easily burned, as they were constructed at the time entirely from marble and dead slaves’ ankles. President James K. Polk, however, changed this during the Mexican-American War when he insisted that in order to save money for the conflict flags would be made of less expensive material. In 1847, he signed an executive order that required American flags to be constructed out of oily rags, lighter fluid, and wood kindling. Polk’s order obviously proved to be a giant blunder, as the new flags became so flammable that a person simply farting within 50 yards of the Old Glory would cause it to burst into flames (And it didn’t help that U.S. soldiers were eating tons of Mexican food either).

In recent years, however, flag burning has once again become scarce. To show you how unusual it has become, a Gallup poll had determined that in 2005 more people watched MSNBC than witnessed an actual flag burning. (7 MSNBC viewers to 3 flag burning spectators).

The last known flag burning performed in the U.S. was by William D. Morrison of Ann Arbor Michigan, who burned the flag to protest the Vietnam draft. It should be known, however, that incident occurred in 1999. And Mr. Morrison is what they call in the academic community as “extremely fucking stupid.”


But enough about history. History is for nerds and for smarty pants eggheads who know how to read. The real question is: Will flag burning ever be outlawed in this country? Probably not. The Communist transgender Wiccans who control the Supreme Court have made sure that this awful practice will continue. The Court’s last ruling on the subject was in 2004’s Flame Thrower vs. Tobey Keith's House. This was the decision that stated that flag burning was legal just as long as it didn’t occur at a gay wedding or caused a late trimester abortion.

Flag burning is appalling, but it seems like there’s nothing we Americans can do about it. That annoying and seditious First Amendment keeps getting in the goddamn way. (Curse you--High Court Pre-Op Tranny Scientologist Warlocks!)

But is all speech safeguarded by the Constitution? I don’t think so. I think speech that is dangerous or flat out treasonous should not be protected. Examples of what I consider dangerous/treasonous speech include: calling in death threats to the President, reading the New York Times out loud, talking to librarians or any other learnin’ folk, using a San-Serif font instead of Courier on Microsoft Word, asking for directions when you’re lost, calling in death threats to dead people, reading In-Style Magazine out loud, questioning Big Brother, and of course, speaking Spanish anywhere.



If, unfortunately, Americans are allowed to burn the Stars n’ Stripes (and Minutemen), I call on Congress to at least outlaw other types of flag desecration. Here are some that I think should be banned yesterday…


Wearing a T-Shirt with the Flag on it. - Let’s face it, patriotic gear isn’t even cool in a ironic sense. When people see someone with a flag T-shirt they don’t say, “Wow, look at that NYC Lower East Side hipster” they say, “Wow, look at that guy with Down Syndrome.”

Using a Flag as a Hassidic Fuck Sheet: First off, I ‘d just like to say that I respect the religious Jews and their wacky sex-through-a-sheet custom. But using the flag for this just goes too far. There should be plenty of other options (comforters, tablecloths, automobile covers, newspapers, sandpaper, pages from the Bible, etc.) in the house to use as a religious sexual novelty besides the flag. Old Glory should not be used as a glory hole.

Using a Flag as a Burka: Even Bin Laden wouldn’t have the balls to do this. This should be outlawed immediately, since anyone wearing a get-up like that will probably end up in Club Gitmo in about 10 minutes. And rightfully so.

Flag Cock Rings: There is no reason why a flag needs to hang off your scrotum. Sure, Thomas Jefferson had one of these, but he was a Founding Father and kind of a freak. I, however, for personal reasons, have no problem with flag anal plugs.


Replacing One’s Outer Layer of Skin with the American Flag: There really shouldn’t have to be a law to stop this gruesome practice, but apparently we need one. People who’ve attempted flag skin grafting in recent months include: drunken NASCAR fans, mad scientists (aka plastic surgeons who've worked on Star Jones' face), and Sean Hannity.


Posted by erikbroz at 10:38 AM EDT
Updated: Thursday, 20 July 2006 10:43 AM EDT
Friday, 7 July 2006
Failed Corporate Mascots

 




I think everyone can agree that the new Burger King mascot is pretty pathetic.

With his creepy-looking mask, the “King” as he’s called, gives off the vibe of a slasher movie serial killer. His mug seems to be inspired by an amalgam of evil murderer types, sort of a combination of John Wayne Gacy, the masked killer from the movie Saw, and World Bank chairman Paul Wolfowitz.

To me, the King's visage doesn't say "buy my burgers"; he says "I'd love to skin you alive, gut you like a fish, and jerk off to your skull."

Unfortunately, Burger King has gone through many different advertising campaigns over the years, all of them unsuccessful. Remember the ill-fated “Herb” campaign from the 80s? Or how about the offensive BK slogans from the early 70s -“Have it Your Way, You Selfish Prick” or “Burger King: We Still Won’t Serve The Irish”?

Burger King’s promotional movie tie-ins also always seemed off the mark. Who could forget 1993’s Schindler's List Happy Meal? As a Jew, the thing that offended me the most about the List Kid's Meal was that its Commandant Goeth action figure held a “Star Wars” light saber. A light saber? C’mon, that’s just historically inaccurate. Besides Eichmann, Goering, and Yoda, how many Nazis actually used light sabers on a daily basis?

Burger King, however, may have outdone itself with “The King”. The leading corporate mascot journal, Conde Nast’s Corporate Mascot Today, has already has voted “The King” as the worst mascot in the past fifty years, barely nudging out the disturbing “Ham-Bugger-ler” who appeared in a series of McDonald’s commercials during the early 80’s which were eventually banned in the U.S. These, of course, were the ads in which Mickey D’s revealed the disgusting origins of their “secret sauce”.

While King and Ham-Bugger-ler top the list, I’ve decided to list a few more notable mascot flops. Here are some of them...

Ciggy The Cigarette Smoking Cigarette (1952-1954)

In the early 1950’s, before the ban on cigarette company T.V. commercials, Philip Morris feverously tried to find ways to entice toddlers into the exciting world of smoking. During airings of Howdy Doody and Captain Kangaroo, "Ciggy" would claim to cigarettes contained a magic ingredient designed to give you superpowers and become, “smarter than Dick Tracy”.
Also, it was during these Ciggy commercials, that Philip Morris introduced the Marlboro pacifier, which was the first baby suckling device that could actually blow smoke rings.

The Hi-C Chick (1984)

Trying to imitate the success of the world renowned Kool Aid Man and draw on the feminine appeal of Ms. Pac Man, Hi-C Fruit Drink created their own mascot, the Hi-C Chick. Like Kool Aid Man, the Hi-C Chick also crashed through brick walls, except afterwards the Hi C Chick would sob uncontrollably.

“Please Drink Hi-C”, she would weep, “I’m just a woman and I’m very weak, so I don’t have the necessary skill sets to succeed in a justifiably male dominated world.”

Although the idea of the Hi-C Chick was conceived and focus tested by academics from the renowned Heritage Foundation, The utlrapowerful left wing Feminist and Lesbian Fruit Drink Alliance staged a national boycott of Hi-C and the Hi-C Chick was soon scuttled.

T.P. McWipey (1990)

In the late 1980’s Charmin Toilet Paper was rapidly their losing market share to Angel Soft, Cottenelle, and Lockheed Martin (the giant defense contractor had entered the industry with their Kevlar night vision ass wipes.)
"Mr. Whipple", the crusty and flatulent TV character who was the face of Charmin (and also oddly, the N.R.A.) for the prior fifteen years, seemed to be losing his popularity. Charmin retired Mr. Whipple, and introduced T.P. McWipey, a cartoon roll of toilet paper that spoke with an annoyingly high voice. Charmin’s commercials, which featured McWipey repeatedly shouting his catch phrase, “Don’t use your hands, stick me in your poop shoot!” never caught on with the public, probably because the ads ran during the dinnertime evening news.


Dell Patel (2004)

After overexposed Steven “Dude You’re Getting a Dell” Curtis's seventeenth drug arrest, (the last arrest being for selling crystal meth in NYC’s Washington Square park without the required city permit), Dell Computer decided to ashcan their mildly retarded spokesman.

Trying to find a mascot more representative of the giant computer company’s employees, Dell introduced Dell Patel, an Indian customer service representative based in Bombay. Patel, who spoke in broken English and boasted over the Dell low prices claiming, “If you can find a computer at a lower price, tell us....If we don't outsource 10,000 more American jobs within two hours, we’ll knock off $5 your next printer purchase!” Although Dell Patel did have some moderate success, he was eventually replaced by a lower cost mascot Dell TseTung from China.

Vioxx Vic: (2005)

After information surfaced about Vioxx-related deaths, corporate parent Merck quickly tried to refute any claims of negligence. Vioxx Vic soon became the mascot and pitchman for the product. His slogan “Everyone dies eventually, so why sue us for killing you?” failed to catch on, and Vioxx Vic eventually left Merck to head up the Department of Health and Human Services.

Posted by erikbroz at 3:00 PM EDT
Tuesday, 6 June 2006
So Long, Katie




Now that Katie Couric has left the Today Show to go to CBS's Evening News I I felt it was appropriate to highlight some of Couric’s most prominent moments in her Today Show career...


February 19, 1991—Couric is hired to replace Deborah Norville as co-host of the Today Show. Couric is offered the job after first choice ALF is arrested on sexual assault charges. On her first day, a drunken and surly Willard Scott, still devastated by Norville's firing, moons Couric and chokes 111 year-old Mabel McGruddy to death during his Smucker’s Centenarians Birthday segment.

July 21, 1996- Couric and House Leader Newt Gingrich get into a heated debate over the length of movie critic Gene Shalit’s moustache. Gingrich storms off the Today Show set, but manages to rip off Shalit’s moustache off before he leaves. Angered by the whole ordeal, Shalit’s moustache runs against Gingrich during the 1998 election. The moustache ekes out a small win against Newt, putting the final nail in the coffin of Gingrich’s Contract With America.


Mar 16, 1997- A year-and-a-half after being aquitted on murder charges, O.J. Simpson grants his first prerecorded interview to Today Show host Bryant Gumbel. Couric, jealous over Gumbel’s scoop, convinces Today Show producer Jeff Zucker not to air the controversial interview. Gumbel is incensed by Zucker’s decision and asks Mr. Simpson for advice. Simpson tells Gumbel that he has two choices: He should either quit the Today Show or “cut that midget white bitch’s head off.” After flipping a coin, Gumbel decides to move to CBS.

Jan 21, 1999- President Clinton is acquitted of impeachment charges and summons his press secretary to call Couric for an exclusive interview. Couric refuses the request, explaining that the Today Show was already committed to showing Where in the World Is Matt Lauer’s Foreskin? that day.

Finally, after being turning down by all the other networks, President Clinton is forced to give his first interview to Space Ghost: Coast-to-Coast.


December 9, 2000- The United States Supreme Court stops the Florida recount in the 2000 election, thus handing the election to George W. Bush. NBC refuses to break in with a special report, as Couric is being given her 14th on-air colonoscopy in six months, this time in 3D Hi-Def surround-sound.

September 11, 2001- As the second plane hits the World Trade Center, Today Show producers hurriedly end the morning’s installment of Today’s Summer Concert Series. Couric, unaware she’s still is on camera, is overheard saying to N’Sync lead singer Justin Timberlake, “I bet you the Jews were behind this.”
Couric is forced to apologize on air the next day and to relinquish her membership in the John Birch Society


May 12, 2003- Couric trades places for a day with "Tonight Show" host Jay Leno. To boost ratings, NBC cameramen make sure to show Couric’s bare legs prominently on camera. Leno, not to be outdone by Couric, decides to expose his own three testicles on the "Today Show" during Al Roker’s weather segment .



August 29, 2005- Instead of covering the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, Couric forces Today Show producers to film every imaginable medical procedure performed on her bodyThese procedures include: a breast exam, three colonoscopies, a pap smear, ass bleaching, labia plastic surgery , two partial birth abortions, a sex-change operation, and a head transplant.


May 31 2006- During her farewell show, a coked-up Couric scolds fans and well-wishers outside the Today Show studio. “What the fuck is wrong with youse people?" Couric is heard barking. “Don’t you rednecks have anything better to do than come here at five a.m. and hold up your stupid fucking “Omaha loves Matt and Katie” signs? ”

A naked, stoned Couric eventually passes out on the Rockefeller Center ice skating rink and pees herself. The next day, Couric’s replacement, ALF, apologizes for Couric’s inappropriate behavio

Posted by erikbroz at 11:42 PM EDT
Wednesday, 10 May 2006
You Harvested My Stem Cells!



By A Disgruntled Zygote


Thanks a lot for harvesting my stem cells, asshole! That’s right, I’m talking to you, Mr. Stem Cell Harvester. I was just sitting there in my frozen embryo cylinder just waiting to be discarded, and then all of a sudden you prick me with this huge fucking needle and suck out all my cellular goodies. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I wasn’t much before, just a tiny mass of tissue in a petri dish, but I had potential. Not anymore. Without all my precious stem cells, I’m nothing more than a white-trash paramecium.

Why couldn’t you just leave me alone? I wasn’t bothering anybody. Ever since the couple who had me frozen decided they’d had enough kids and didn’t need me, I’d just been hanging out in my petrified state, waiting for God to give me the nod for a kick-ass afterlife. Then one day—boom!—I become a lab rat. Do you think God is going to want me now? I’m hideous (FYI, dickhead: God doesn't wear beer goggles; that's why Betty Friedan is in hell). I'm pretty much screwed now. Do you really think they allow depleted zygotes into heaven? I mean, c’mon, they’ve got some standards. If they let in cut-up freako embryos like me into heaven, before you know it they’ll be letting in the Jews.

I guess I’m just unlucky. First I get aborted with a shitload of invitro embryos and then my parts get yanked off me so much, I feel like a multi-cellular Mr. Potato Head.

What’s that you say? You’re going to use my stem cells for medical research? Fuck that shit. Medical research is junk science; it’s one step up from astrology or antibiotics. They’re not curing any real diseases anymore, unless the disease is impotence. So unless you’re planning to plunk my harvested cells into Hugh Hefner’s shriveled gonads, then I want no part of your creepy Frankenstein games.

Why don’t you find some adult stem cells and leave guys like me alone? There are plenty of people out there who have way too many stem cells anyway. Ever been to a Krispy Kreme? Ninety percent of their clientele could stand to drop a couple of hundred thousand biomolecules. Hell, Ted Kennedy’s ass alone could probably cure Alzheimers.

Yeah, yeah, I know you think you’re going to cure Parkinson’s disease, but you’re not. The last Pope had Parkinson’s and he couldn’t do anything about it. And he had some crazy miracle-performing skills. He had more magical powers than Jesus, Spiderman, and David Blaine put together.


Friedan: Feminist Too Ugly For God
You scientists should just forget about stem cell research and go where the big money is—debunking warnings about the greenhouse effect. Be a Biostitute and get paid, bee-atch! Stem cell research is just a fringe practice supported by a minority of wackos out of touch with mainstream America. I’m talking about the liberal pinkos, commie tree-huggers, and those losers who need stem cell research to help alleviate their so-called “crippling physical agony.”

And will you stop listening to Michael J. Fox about the life-saving potential of stem cell research? What the fuck does he know about anything? That guy hasn’t been in a decent movie since Teen Wolf.

If you’re going to use my cells for something, use it for something cool, like cloning. But human cloning only! No weird hybrid animal-human Dr. Moreau experiments. If I find out my chromosomes have been merged with the DNA of some smelly, mangy beast like a mule, a goat or a Larry the Cable Guy, I’m gonna be seriously pissed off!

Thank God, you didn’t harvest my all my cells; if I ever get to develop into a human, I’ll still be able to urinate. (Unfortunately, it will be out of my ears)

So, Mr. Stem Cell Harvester, it’s time for you to get your priorities straight. Sure I’ve been rotting away in a jar for the past ten years, but does that give you the right to bogart my Blastocysts? Fuck, no. I’d rather have Tom Cruise gulp me down as a chaser for his newborn baby’s placenta.

But you’ll get your comeuppance Mr. Harvester; I’ve got some powerful friends in Washington. President Bush hates stem cell research; he thinks it’s immoral, unethical, and, in his words, “really, really, not so goodly.”

And according to Fox News, the man is never wrong about anything. So you better watch your harvesting ass. Me and my kooky religious buddies are coming for you.

Posted by erikbroz at 9:36 AM EDT
Sunday, 16 April 2006
Worst Podcasts of 2006




Even though 2006 is far from over; I’ve decided to publish my list for the Worst Podcasts of 2006. Why do it now? Because I want get an eight-month jump on all those other guys that put together those ridiculously crappy year-end compilations (That means you VH1, and your awful "Best Week Awesomely Bad Celebrity Ass Wipe" countdowns.)

Podcasts, for those not in the 'tech-know', are audio recordings you can download onto your iPod, iPod Nano, iPod phone, or iPod dental dam. While there are some exceptions (see my podcast “Erik’s Cajun Cooking Recipes for Pre-Op Transsexuals”), 90% of the stuff you hear on podcasts is complete and utter drivel. Yet because most people can’t think of enough actual songs to fit on their iPod’s 10,000-track playlists, podcasts have become very popular (Trust me, it can be hard trying to fill up that ‘pod. Yesterday I tragically downloaded six hours of Christian calypso polka music, dogs farting “Jingle Bells”, and Nickelback just to bulk up my song playlist).

Now podcasting is being combined with blogs, finally giving bloggers an audio counterpart to accompany their whiny, self-absorbed diaries. A friend suggested that I create my own blog accentuated with daily podcasts.

“Why the hell would I need that?” I asked,

“So you can share your deepest, darkest thoughts with entire Internet universe”, he replied.

Sharing my deepest, darkest secrets? Is he kidding? The FBI would brake down my front door in about 15 nanoseconds and toss my skinny Jew-ass into Gitmo (And rightfully so, given that yesterday my deepest, darkest thought was a plan to overthrow the United States government and replace it with an militaristic oligarchy run by neo-fascist vegan pedophiles).

But enough about me and my treasonous ideas and disturbing affiliations with radical militia groups- here is my list of the worst podcasts of 2006


Abu Musab al-Zarqawi’s “Shut up and Dance, Infadel!”
This recently unearthed album, recorded in 1998 by the infamous Iraqi insurgant leader, is now available, but only in podcast form. You see, before aligning with Al-Qaeda, Al-Zarqawi briefly flirted with with a hip-hop career to get his radical Islamic message out. The CD, however, was a complete flop, since at the time the Spice Girls were dominating the charts with their own fundamentalist Muslim dance collection. One track, “Letz Getz Freaky (On Those Zionist Biatches)”, however, did see a little success back in 2000 when it was feautured on the Bring it On soundtrack.



Star Jones Describes The Contents of her Stool Podcast:
I heard this podcast the other day and although it was pretty nauseating, it actually did hold my interest. One thing you can say about the still rotund “The View” host is that she has one obscenely gigantic appetite, even after the stomach stapling. There seems to be no real point to this podcast, all it is Ms. Jones itemizing the stuff she finds in her bowel movement. Some of the contents include: several kernels of corn, five undigested rib eye steaks, Barbara Walters's wig, Joy Behar’s shoes, a tennis racquet, and astonishingly, a newborn baby’s head.




Peter Jackson: Disgusting Slob
James Lipton’s Podcast Interview with Scott McClellan:

In this podcast, President Bush’s press secretary is interviewed by the obnoxiously pompous Lipton. The interview, however, is exceptionally boring, since McClellan proceeds to answer almost every question with a “I can’t comment on that at this time due to an ongoing investigation.” Even when Lipton asks McClellan his standard Bernard Pivot question, “If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?” McClellan can only muster a “I think it’s inappropriate now to answer such a question, until the federal prosecutor hands down indictments to Heaven, God, or these Pearly Gates you speak of.” The one enjoyable part of the podcast, however, is when the normally obsequious Lipton, worn out by the McClellan’s reticence, finally breaks down and tells the press secretary to go fuck himself.


Peter Jackson’s Director’s Commentary of his Director’s Commentary of King Kong:

Fans who haven’t gotten enough of this grimy New Zealander’s self important cockney ramblings on the King Kong DVD will adore this mind-numbing podcast. While the $6.99 podcast does seem like an unscrupulous fleecing of the even the most rabid Kong fans, Jackson and his studio cronies promise even more B.S. ancillary podcasts. Coming next month: Outakes of Peter Jackson’s Director’s commentary of his Director’s commentary of his Director’s commentary (with multiple alternate endings)


Hearing Test Podcast: Remember that hearing test you used to take in grade school to prove that you weren’t a slobbering deaf-mute? (I always thought the hearing test was part of some global CIA brainwashing scheme, but I’ll leave my wacky conspiracy theories for another column). This podcast, which you can buy for 8.99 on I-tunes, contains only a prolonged series of infuriatingly shrill high-pitched beeps and squeaks. Many people have already bought this podcast already, mistakenly thinking it was the new Beyonce single.




“Intelligent Design: It’s Kinda Sciencey” This podcast, available in several languages, was recorded by the Reverend James Dobson (from Focus on the Family) to refute the Theory of Evolution. Dobson claims on the podcast that evolution is just an unproven, misguided idea like a heliocentric universe, gravity, or women in the workplace. The reverend also confronts the dinosaur issue in his 72-hour diatribe. Dinosaurs, according to Dobson, never actually ruled the Earth, they just served as prehistoric Flintstone-like home appliances for Adam and Eve, sometimes making sarcastic quips mocking the Earth’s first couple. In the end, Dobson does make a convincing case for intelligent design. However, the Reverend does ruin his argument after he is heard muttering at the end of the podcast “I can’t believe these inbred hick rubes actually fall for this bullshit”


Works much better visually

MySpace Podcast: The world’s most meaningless networking website is now available in podcast form and, boy, does it suck. I listened to one three-hour MySpace podcast and heard nothing more than random phrases as “Mike wants to be your Friend”, “Post a Bulletin”, and "Thanks for the Add!". As lame as it was, it was still much better than the new JibJab.com political parody podcast mocking the Idaho State Senate. (Give it up Jib-Jab, you’re running out of material)

END

(By the way if anyone from VH1 reads this I was just kidding about your shows.. I would kill to be one of those pathetic comics on your silly countdown shows. Please someone call me for an audition!)

Posted by erikbroz at 11:26 PM EDT
Monday, 13 March 2006
TIVO INTERVIEW




Usually with my stellar press credentials, I can land a first-rate interview anytime I want. Unfortunately, because Scott Baio’s third cousin cancelled, I was forced to find a replacement interviewee at the last minute. I chose my TIVO, because in truth, it's my best and only friend. (I just had a horrible fight with my DVD player, ergo TIVO's #1 status.)

So here it is, for your reading displeasure, an interview with my very own TIVO recorder.


EB: Good to talk with you again TIVO. It seems like a very good time to be a TIVO recorder. What do you attribute your enormous success to?


TIVO: "Queer as Folk" is starting in 60 seconds. Do you want to record?

EB:Uh, uh, actually I'd rather talk about your career.

TIVO:"Queer as Folk" is one of your “Favorites”. You have programmed me to record every episode. You’ve also programmed to record shows with openly gay themes or latently gay subject matter such as: "Queer Eye For the Straight Guy", "Will and Grace", "Hannity and Colmes", and Major League Baseball.


EB: Just keep that on the DL, TIVO. Now let’s get back to the interview.

TIVO:You have programmed me to record the entire History Channel schedule.

EB: Really? What’s on the History Channel today?

TIVO: Today’s programs include: “Hitler and the German Blitzkrieg”, “Hitler and the Luftwaffe”, “Hitler, the Nazis, and the Hindenburg”, “Hitler and the Civil War”, “Lewis and Clark and Hitler discover the Pacific, “Julius Caesar, Hitler and Cleopatra “The Plot to Kill Hitler’s Ghost”, “Hitler’s Super Sweet Sixteen”, and “Hitler’s Inventions: The Printing Press, Cotton Gin, and the I-Pod".

EB: Not bad. Hey, TIVO, what’s on MTV?

TIVO: You have selected “Punk’d”.

EB: What’s the show about?

TIVO: Description: “Ashton and his cohorts spray-paint Hitler’s car with the Star of David. Hitler is not amused. Guest star: Jessica Simpson”.

EB: That’s a lot of Hitler for basic cable. Anyway, I-

TIVO: You have chosen too many programs to record at 9:00. Please remove either “Skating With Has Been Celebrities", " Line-Dancing With Talentless Hacks” or “Bungee Jumping With Pedophiles.”

EB: Hmm, that’s a tough choice, Tony Danza is on all of those shows. What else do I have programmed, Mr. TIVO?

TIVO: You have also programmed me to record the entire Oxygen network schedule. This schedule includes: “After the Oprah Show”, “Oprah Behaving Badly”, “Oprah’s Choose- Your- Own- Adventure Book Club”, “Oprah Napping before the Oprah Show”, “Oprah Watches Paint Dry”, “Oprah Takes a Mushy Dump” and finally, “Oprah Greases Up, Rolls Around in Dirty Wads of Thousand Dollar Bills and has Oral Sex with Hitler.”

EB: Sounds pretty good. Let’s get back to our interview. TIVO, tell me how you feel you’ve changed the home entertainment landscape.

TIVO: Your V-Chip has been activated. You can now only watch “child safe” channels.

EB: Oh no, I hate Pax-TV!

TIVO: Now your "S" Chip has been activated. You can now record only the shittiest shows on television.

EB: Oh no, I hate NBC! ...Hey TIVO, you have any other suggestions?

TIVO: My records show you like dwarf porn. May I recommend an episode of "Meet The Press?"

EB: Man, that Tim Russert is really getting edgy these days...
This interview is really going nowhere. TIVO, Is there anything else you’d like to say?

TIVO:You have just finished recording "Wife Swap: Sandwich Edition".
Description: Man swaps his wife for a Quizno’s Honey Bourbon Chicken sub and then forces sandwich to raise his children.

EB: Ohhh, I’ve gots to watch that one. TV Guide gave it an enthusiastic “Cheers” in their “Cheers and Jeers” section, so it's gotta be good.... TIVO, do you have any final thoughts you’d like to share?

TIVO: Master Luke, sir. Pardon me for asking, but what should R2 and I do if we're discovered here?

EB: Stop fucking around! You’re a TIVO, not a C3PO.
...This interview is over.


Don’t miss my article next week.. I’ll be interviewing my George Foreman Grill…

Here’s a preview…

EB: So Foreman Grill, what would you say your favorite grilling food is?

Foreman Grill: My records indicate that you like dwarf porn.

EB: Where did you hear that? Is that fucking TIVO spreading rumors about me?
Hey TIVO, you better shut your pie hole!

TIVO: Make me, Jewbag!

(Fight breaks out between TIVO and me.. TIVO eventually knocks me unconscious and anally sodomizes me.)

Posted by erikbroz at 5:11 PM EST
Thursday, 23 February 2006
Aaron Burr Interview



During a hard-hitting interview on Fox News last week, Dick Cheney sought to set the record straight about his unfortunate hunting incident. Mr. Cheney is not the only Vice President to have had to endure intense media scrutiny after a shooting. In 1804, Aaron Burr offered his explanation for his own fatal duel with Alexander Hamilton. Here is an excerpt of an original interview that appeared in the Philadelphia Evening Post on September 27, 1804…

Philadelphia Evening Post: Good to see you again, Mr. Vice President. Glad you could take the time to sit down and talk with me.

Aaron Burr: No problem. I love your paper. You guys are fair and balanced and have an excellent sports section. Although I can do without your political cartoons. They always make my old-timey muttonchops look too bushy.

Philadelphia Evening Post:
Let’s begin the interview. First question: Were you surprised that you shot Mr. Hamilton?

Burr: Oh, yes… That Hamilton maniac just came out of nowhere. I was out in the New Jersey forest, minding my business hunting possum and runaway slaves. Then, all of a sudden, bam!—my gun went off and I saw that prick lying on the ground.

Post: Were you drinking before you shot him?

Burr: Absolutely not. That’s the first rule of dueling. Actually, that’s the second rule. The first rule is to make sure you wait an hour after eating before you duel.

Post: Are you telling me the truth?

Burr: Okay, I’ll admit, I had one stein of ale during lunch, and that’s it. Oh yeah, I also snorted three kilos of snuff this morning, but what’s wrong with that? In fact, I heard that Napoleon fellow snorts snuff every five minutes and look at that shrimpy fuck, he’s annexing half of Europe.

Post: How come you waited so long to report the dueling incident?

Burr: I was concerned for my friend and I wanted to make sure I got the facts straight.

Post: But Hamilton died within hours. You took four months to say anything.

Burr: First of all, we don’t know if Hamilton actually died. Plus, if he did die, which I’m not saying he did, he could have easily been brought back to life. Medical science has come a far way since the 1700s. Doctors can do amazing things with leeches these days. I’m actually using a leech right now to treat my syphilis. It hurts like a bastard, but strangely, I find it a bit exhilarating.

Post: Uh, yeah. What do you say to people who think you committed a cold, calculating murder and that Hamilton didn’t really want to fight you?

Burr: Listen, I don’t want to get into the “blame game” here. That’s what the Federalist-controlled media wants us to do. And let’s face it, the Federalists are out of touch with America. All they care about is currency issues, extending protectionist barriers, collecting taxes, and sustaining a military capable of enforcing internal colonization. They don’t give a shit about issues Americans care about. Like wiping out the Indians.

Post: They don’t?



Burr: Remember when we did that number on the Algonquins? The Federalists didn’t even want to chip in for the blankets infested with smallpox. John Adams used some bullshit excuse about how he knew a guy who could get the blankets at wholesale, and then he never got back to me.

Post: Ridiculous.

Burr: What about the time we wiretapped the Blackhawk smoke signals? You know how many American lives we saved? I can name at least two—Lewis and Clark. You know, those two fucking weirdos looking for the Pacific Ocean? Any by the way, what’s taking them so long? I think they’re spending a little too much time in Wyoming at that Brokeback place.

Post: Interesting. Oh, by the way, what do you mean by “wiretap”?

Burr: I have no idea. But it sounds like a good invention. I’ll give it to Ben Franklin Jr., he needs help—just isn’t the inventor his dad was. Last week, he showed me his newest creation: octifocal eyeglasses. Man, did those things fucking suck.

Post: Some say you were too quick to duel Hamilton, that you rushed to fight and had no real exit strategy.

Burr: Hey, did I make mistakes? Sure. But I still believe that the duel was correct and of course, I could have done some things differently. But let’s not forget that I’m the real victim here.

Post: You? But isn’t Hamilton dead?

Burr: That’s just speculation.

Post: I don’t think so. Here’s a copy of a death certificate and news report of his funeral.

Burr: Listen I’m not going to play “gotcha” politics here. Let’s just say we agree to disagree. Hamilton is bad news. Do you believe they put that douchebag on the ten-dollar bill?

Post: What do you say to those critics who say you’ve consistently changed your explanation for dueling Hamilton? First you said it was because Hamilton insulted your honor, then you held that Hamilton was stockpiling bayonets and gunpowder.

Burr: I’ve said it from the beginning. The one and only reason why I dueled Hamilton was because I wanted spread “freedom” into Hamilton’s face, neck, and chest.

Post: Sounds reasonable.

Burr: I just want to put this whole shooting Hamilton thing behind me. The whole affair was horrible. It was the second worst day of my life.

Post: I understand. Oh by the way, what was your worst day?

Burr: Probably the day they put this humungous leech on my syphilis-ravaged penis.

…I got to go now, President Jefferson is purchasing Louisiana today and he wants my opinion on whether he should buy the extended warranty

Posted by erikbroz at 11:40 PM EST
Sunday, 12 February 2006
Islamic Unrest over Beetle Bailey




Tehran, Iran --In the wake of the recent uproar over a series of political cartoons in Denmark, Islamic leaders have condemned against other cartoons, most notably Beetle Bailey, the famed military-spoof comic strip.

“No longer will the Islamic people be exposed to the sacrilegious images of Private Bailey, Sgt. Snorkel, Otto, Zero, Killer, and Gen. Halftrack," exclaimed Sheik Bramahan El Sadr at a rally in Tehran. "Allah will guide our hands and help us destroy the infidels responsible for this evil cartoon.”

The anger in the Muslim community has been confusing to many western experts, who feel that the depiction of U.S. soldiers in the Bailey comic would be amusing to the largely anti-American Middle East populace.

“Beetle Bailey is a joke. He takes about fifteen naps a day and I don’t think he’s ever even fired a rifle. If anything, you’d think the Arabs would at least like to poke fun at that beatnik bastard,” explained Averill S. Blythe, retired CIA expert of Middle Eastern culture.

Islamic scholar Dr. Kunya Nasab, however, thinks that a large part of the anger in the Muslim community is directed not toward Pvt. Bailey but toward his comic strip cohorts.

"The character that angers Muslims the most is Miss Buxley, the whorish secretary that works at Beetle's Camp Swampy. The image of a voluptuous blond woman dressed only in a blazer, blouse and skirt is as scandalous to the Muslim people as seeing is a naked breast is to Americans.”

This is not the first time that Beetle Bailey, which appears in over 200 newspapers and websites, has sparked controversy. Back in 1971, the comic strip became a lightening rod for Vietnam protests after it was revealed that Sgt. Snorkel was a key figure in the Mỹ Lai Massacre. Snorkel, who was acquitted on several charges of rape and cartoon crimes against humanity, was unavailable for comment.
Beetle Bailey isn't the only comic repudiated by the Islamic community.

Several other strips have also been condemned such as Dilbert, Marmaduke, For Better and For Worse, Shoe and Family Circus.
"Family Circus was issued a fatwa for several reasons, but mostly because it sucks,” said Sheik Abdul Istanti, who quickly pulled out the comics page to illustrate is point. "For instance, check out today's ‘Circus’. Where's the fucking punch line? “Billy likes to make snow angels”. What the hell does that mean? I'm sorry, but the author of this cartoon needs to be taken out. Him and whoever does Cathy. That lesbo broad is really annoying."

Demonstrations in Syria, Iran, and Saudi Arabia where people held signs like “Death to Hagar the Horrible" and “Calvin and Hobbes are the Great Satan” occur regularly. One particular protest in Damascus, Syria had to be broken up by the police. During the demonstration an effigy of Odie (from “Garfield”) was torched and then defecated on. After they broke up the protest, Syrian police defecated on the Odie effigy themselves. Odie effigy defecation has now become the second most popular sport in Syria (No. 1 is kidnapping)

The death threats issued by Islamic leaders against the cartoons can be confusing. “We’ve got a shitload of fatwas going right now, and I can’t keep them all straight,” admitted Sheik Ali Habib Momar, a Shiite cleric. “I just checked my Blackberry, and it said I had fatwa on Hi and Lois and I gotta tell you, I have no fucking idea why.”

Bowing to government pressure, any Arabic language newspapers have removed their comic’s section altogether, replacing it mostly with Page 6-style celebrity gossip. Yet a small minority of the Islamic community is actually upset over this.

“I don’t care if Sheik Hussein Salaam Bil-Said and his harem were seen canoodling with Scarlett Johnansen and a goat at Crobar, I just want my Doonsebury back," confessed a disappointed Muslim fan who preferred to remain anonymous. “When I first heard they were getting rid of the comics section in the Arab paper, I was shocked. State-sponsored censorship in the Middle East? I couldn’t believe it. Maybe in Utah, but in Iran?”

Only one comic now runs in Arabic-speaking newspapers—Qur'an Peanuts. Qur'an Peanuts caused it’s own controversy after a strip in which Snoopleem (Arabic Snoopy) became a suicide bomber and killed Israeli Likud leader Peppermint Patty and several innocent bystanders.

Some comic insiders have offered their own takes on the Beetle Bailey’s censorship. Mort Walker III, grandson of Bailey’s creator, thought his grandfather’s legacy might be tainted.
“When my grandfather created Beetle Bailey in 1951, he had only two dreams. The first was to root out Communists and homosexuals working in the funny pages. The second was to create a bland, marginally funny spoof on military life that could be seen in many newspapers, but specifically newspapers in Islamic holy lands like Mecca. If Gramps were alive today, he would be very upset, and probably more of a weird prick than he was fifty years ago.”


Posted by erikbroz at 10:44 PM EST
Monday, 6 February 2006
Samuel Alito's Blog



Tuesday Jan 10, 2006

Once again the Democrats are trying to get my views of Roe v. Wade out of me, but I’m dancing around those schmucks with some more vague-ass generalities. That annoying tramp Dianne Feinstein is bringing up some case I ruled on in 1991. Apparently that case had to do with marital consent and abortions. To be honest, I had no idea what the hell I was dissenting on in that case. All I remember is I just wanted to end the session so I could watch Blossom and I didn’t even read any of the stupid briefs. I thought I was ruling on another case in which MC Hammer was suing his parachute pants for breech of contract. Of course I was so coked up at the time I really don’t remember much about the early 90’s.

Wednesday Jan 11, 2006
Another grueling day at the Senate hearings for moi today. Man, does that Senator Biden like to talk. Someone told me that Biden is from Delaware. When I was on the Third Circuit Court of Appeals I presided over that dump. Delaware isn’t even a real state, it’s just a place where New Jersey stores their used condoms and scratch-off lottery tickets. LOL. Biden tried to corner me about some case where I said it was okay to strip search an eleven-year-old girl. Those liberals are all the same. I bet if the cop refused to strip her just because she was a chick they'd probably say the cop was sexist. And what if that girl was hiding something diabolically evil like a dirty bomb or even, God forbid, Wonder Woman Underoos? I shudder to think.


Thursday January 12, 2006

That Ted Kennedy was bringing my membership in the again that Princeton organization again. So what if the group’s leaders made racist and pejorative comments about women, blacks, Latinos, Jews, homosexuals, midgets, golden retrievers and space aliens? It doesn’t mean anything--Jerry Falwell does the same thing during his weekly TV sermon. I heard Regis does the same shit on his show too. Thank God my wife started crying; that really gobbled up all the press coverage. How’s that for marital consent, biatch? Little did anyone know the real reason she was upset was that Kennedy revealed his bra size to the committee (It was two sizes larger than hers). I must tell ya’, the senior senator from Massachusetts has one huge set of bitch tits.


Friday January 13:

Man, it looks like I’m going to cruise though this nomination process, especially since those Democratic senators haven’t uncovered any of my truly ridiculous rulings. My pro-female castration rulings defied any legal logic known in the civilized world. One particular decision was so crazy, I remember even Justice Scalia calling saying, and me up “You sir, are one fuckin’ wacky constructional constructionist!"Thank God they never found my dissent in the Jones v Harrisburg case back in ’98. That’s the case where I called for the outright banning of birth control pills, Flintstone vitamins, and tropical-flavored Skittles. Man, what the hell was I on that day?

Jan 18, 2006

Everyone seems to be upset on some of my judicial opinions pertaining to wiretapping. Why are they so angry? I only support it for guilty people. And by guilty, I mean anyone with an accent and more than fifteen letters in his or her last name.

Jan 20 2006:

Today the Judiciary Committee just approved me 10-8. Man those Democrats are so friggin’ partisan. I guess I shouldn’t have that flaming bag of dung on Senator Leahy's car. Either way, who gives a rat’s ass? This nigga’ is going to be a Supreme Court Justice. Suck on that, Hillary! The only thing that would stop me now is if someone found out my dissent ruling back in ‘89 supporting the death penalty for women with yeast infections.

Jan 31, 2006

President Bush just called me to congratulate me on my approval. I can’t wait to get into that court and start spinning some hard-core legal jurisprudence. I just hope I don’t have to sit next to Justice Souter. I heard he smells a like beef jerky and washes his robe only once a year (I think the first Sunday in October).

May 14, 2006

It’s fuckin’ awesome being on the Supreme Court! I can’t believe in just a few months we neo-cons overturned Roe v. Wade, Griswold v. Connecticut, the 10th –19th Amendments, Marbury vs. Madison, the Emancipation Proclamation, and even the Magna Carta. Boy, does that Ruth Bader Ginsburg seem pissed off! Maybe it’s sexual tension. I keep catching her staring at Justice Thomas's big, black “gavel”....

... I got to go now. I’m going to watch Brokeback Mountain. I just downloaded it on my solar-powered hologram iPod. (Man, technology has really come a long way in the past three months.)

Posted by erikbroz at 10:52 AM EST
Sunday, 22 January 2006
Gas Prices Pulled Out oF CEO's Asses



In a astonishing bit of candor, the CEO’s of the world's largest oil companies have all admitted to pulling the price of gas out of their collective asses.

“When it comes to setting gas prices, I’ll be honest, we just make this shit up as we go along”, confessed Chairman and CEO, Rex W. Tillerson of Exxon Mobil. “Some people think we pull these prices out of our asses in a figurative sense. But actually, it’s quite literal."

Mr. Tilerson has referring to a recent trend in determining oil’s value. For the past few years, Americans have been confounded at the random spiking of the cost of fossil fuel, leaving many to wonder how the prices are set. While some people feel the turmoil in the Middle East or the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina has been responsible for the price volatility, oil executives have admitted the truth is far less complex.

“All the oil stored in the U.S. has all been bought and paid for years ago, so any natural disaster or international instability really has no effect on our cost,” explained David O'Reilly, CEO of Chevron Inc. “That’s when the ass-pulling comes into play.”

So when and where does this bizarre ritual take place? “Every few weeks me and the other oil CEO’s get together at a strip club, drink some beers, play a little Boggle, then yank those gas prices out of our poop-shoots and send ‘em to a gas station near you,” revealed Felix Rodriquez CEO of Citgo Inc.

“It’s kind of fun,” admits Conoco Philips chief James Mulva. “Although sometimes it can get a bit messy, especially when we pull out a gas price that we think isn’t good for our bottom line and have to put it back.”




Mr. Mulva was talking about a specific incident when the other CEOs yanked a 11” x 17” laminated poster out of Mr. O’Reilly’s rear with a gas price that read $1.09 for Super Unleaded. The CEOs quickly agreed that such a price was too low and they immediately hammered it back (with a croquet mallet) into Mr. O’Reilly’s posterior.

John Hofmeister, President of Shell Oil, says the most satisfying part of his job is making up excuses for price fluctuations and relaying them to the general public. “After those hurricanes last fall, me and the other oil executives thought it would be funny if we blamed the price spike on damaged refineries. Actually, I have no idea what a refinery is. To be honest with you, they really don’t even exist. Refineries are a myth, like unicorns or alternative fuel sources.”



This revelation about price fixing, however, does seem to contradict the oil companies executives’ testimony in front of Congress back in November. “The B.S. we were flinging during those Senate hearings was ridiculous. We used enigmatic business lingo like “variable cost uncertainty” and “market fluctuations” acknowledged John Drosdick, Chairman of Sunoco. “At one point during his Senate testimony, “Mulvy” (James Mulva) winked at me and pointed to his keester. I swear I almost lost it right there.”

While many consumers have expressed displeasure with the oil companies’ methodology, the “ass-pulling” price setting may soon become the norm in the business world. “Big Oil actually got the idea from the cable companies, who have been using this practice for the past twenty years”, explained Senior Editor Peter Newcomb of Forbes. “Let me tell you, if your industry is basically run by oligopoly, the guys in charge are allowed to come up with some crazy shit. Just ask the CEO’s of the credit card companies.


Experts explain that this ass pulling method has been used in all walks of life.
Michael Samuelson of TuchusTug.net “Everyone does it at one time or another. Rumors have it that the Supreme Court used this method to choose the President.”


Setting prices, however, isn’t the only anal pull activity oil executives use for decision making. Other initiatives have been set by the same method. “You know that thing where told the government we wanted drill in the Arctic Wildlife Refuge? Guess how we thought that up? Let’s just say the oil pipelines and rectal cavities have more in common than you think”, confessed Chairman Tillerson.


In the end, however, Mr. Tillerson, defended Exxon’s methods and oil companies in general. “Sure we’re fucking up our economy and environment, enriching rogue nuclear Middle Eastern countries, and starting kooky wars all over the place, but I gotta tell ya’ I wouldn’t miss our Boggle filled, crack-yank parties for anything. Yee-hah!!”

Posted by erikbroz at 6:31 PM EST
Updated: Sunday, 22 January 2006 6:31 PM EST
Wednesday, 4 January 2006
Reverse Dead Pool 2006





It's January, and that means it’s Dead Pool time again. You know, the betting game where you make a list of celebrities you think are gonna croak in the upcoming year. Online gambling sites have even gotten into the mix, giving ridiculously low odds to old coots like Kirk Douglas, Gerald Ford, Larry King, and that old black guy who always plays the judge in those legal thrillers.

While I agree that it’s loads of fun predicting the demise of elderly famous people, to me these odds are just not exciting enough. For instance, did you know that Angela Lansbury is only 3:2 for 2006? How can I make any money on that? (Lansbury actually died in the fifth season of Murder She Wrote, but has been kept in an animated state by the same robotics used to power Teddy Ruxpin.)

That’s why I’ve contacted several bookies to find out what kind of odds I could get on a reverse Dead Pool. We all know how easy it is to predict who’s going to die soon (Hell, my unlicensed gastric bypass surgery practice will be responsible for at least seven or eight deaths this month alone), but predicting life after death takes some real skills.

Life after death? Isn’t that what experts in the scientific community call “a bunch of horseshit”? While it’s mostly uncommon, several notable people have actually returned from death in the past few years. Some of them include Joan Rivers, Morely Safer, and of course, the noted zombie poet laureate Zombie McGildersleeves. So for those who are interested in some real gambling action, I’ve compiled an odds-list of candidates I think will return from the hereafter in ‘06.
Kurt Cobain 10:1 odds of Returning To Life (RTL)

After being lapped by the prolific and also way-dead Tupac Shakur, Cobain will feel the pressure and make a return from the great beyond in 2006. Though he will be headless from those self-inflicted gunshot wounds, the Nirvana front man will still be able to release a double CD in April entitled “I’m Undead and I’m Still More Talented Than That Putz Eddie Vedder” to mixed reviews. Also, Cobain’s will regain custody of his daughter Francis Bean. The decision will be ordered by a judge based on a seldom used statute known as “Francis’ Law,” which states specially that a headless decaying cadaver shall always be deemed a fitter parent than Courtney Love.


Jesus Christ 7:2 odds RTL

Get ready born-agains, the Son of God is coming back in 2006, but unfortunately for you, he’s not bringing on the Rapture. Rumor has it that Jesus is coming back to do a small tour for only his biggest fans. No commercial shit, so fans of the Gospel of Matthew stay the fuck home.


Adolph Hitler 25:1 RTL

While many people question whether The Fuhrer ever really died , Hitler did actually expire in 1979 at famed New York hotspot Studio 54. (Hitler overdosed after he accidentally snorted a line of silly string off author Truman Capote’s ass). In 2006, the German bad boy will resurface and immediately make the talk show rounds. Hitler’s appearance on Maury entitled “Ava Braun is Such a Cock Tease” will alert the F.B.I. and Adolph will soon be arrested. Hitler will then be tried at the Hague by an international court for crimes against humanity. However, his lawyer, Mark Gerigos, will plea the case down to second-degree genocide, which carries a sentence of 800 years in prison and limited use of one’s Blackberry.



Harry Houdini 8:1 odds RTL

In 1926, right before he died, magician Harry Houdini said he would perform his most daring escape and return from the grave. Houdini said he could prove his feat by reciting a secret phrase that only his wife or his family would know, thus confirming the authenticity of any person claiming to be the famous illusionist. Eighty years later, in March 2006, Houdini will finally make good on his promise, but not without some problems. The secret phrase, “My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps” was rarely used in 1926, but now is spoken by an overwhelming majority of Americans, most notably by Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice during last year’s G-8 Summit. Houdini, however, will finally prove his identity to the world by keying David Blaine’s car and leaving a flaming bag of “magic” at illusionist Criss Angel’s front door.



Babe Ruth 15: 1 RTL

The Sultan of Swat will be returning from the grave in late July to join the New York Yankees right before the trading deadline. He’ll play seven games before his partying lifestyle once again leads to his demise. His stats for that one week: 5 homeruns, 3 new curses on the Red Sox, 1 case of the gout, and 117 venereal diseases contracted.


Terri Schavio 20:3 (RTL)


Yep, that Terri Schiavo. Everyone’s favorite vegetative state lady is coming back and boy, is she gonna be angry. After an impromptu press conference, the newly zombified Schiavo will immediately feast on the brains of Senate leader Bill Frist in retaliation for his erroneous diagnosis on her last year. Later in 2006, Schiavo will join the cast of Comatose Girls Behaving Badly and release her own line of handbags.

Posted by erikbroz at 1:01 AM EST
Wednesday, 28 December 2005
Worst Job in 2006?
VAN NUYS, CA (AP)- U.S. News and World Report's January issue raised a few eyebrows when it proclaimed that Bestiality Porn Fluffer was least desirable profession of 2006. The issue, called US News' 50 Worst Fucking Jobs, is one the most anticpiated guides released every year.

For readers who are not familiar with this profession, Webster’s New World Dictionary describes a Bestiality Porn Fluffer as “A person or persons who uses their mouth or mouths to make sure an animal’s penis or penises are erect before they engage in a sex a scene or scenes with a incredibly coked-up woman or women”.

“It was a tough vote”, revealed Mortimer Zuckerman, publisher of U.S. News. “I mean, there are so many shitty jobs out there Of course most of them don’t require a person to go down on a kangaroo.”

While Bestiality Fluffer seemed to be an obvious choice for the least hot job, many other awful professions were considered. Some of these included: Coffin Model, Enema Caddy, Avian Flu Salesman, Cannibal Hooker, Stem Cell Harvestee, Urethra Masseuse, Angelina Jolie’s Babysitter, NBC Head of Programming, and of course, U.S. Secretary of Defense, which was narrowly beaten out for the top nod.

Not everyone agrees however with U.S. News’s assessment. Meredith “Lipps” Davison has been fluffing for over 15 years and loves her work. Ms. Davison used to work in 'human' porno films, but eventually became bored.

“There wasn’t a lot of variety in the schlongs I was fluffing. Basically, it was either circumcised or uncircumcised. Now when I go to work I don’t know what’ I’ll be working with - African zebra, tiger shark, Peruvian Pelican, —it's like a different exotic job every single day!”

Some fluffers aren’t as pleased with their situation. Teresa Montague, a 16-year veteran fluffer, shared her discontentment, “After Viagra, porn actors didn’t need to be “prepared” as much as they used to, so the fluffer job market really dried up. Do I like going down on an iguana before he suits up for an inter-species anal gangbang? No. But what I’m I going to do? I’ll blow the entire reptile kingdom before I work at Cinnabons again.”

US News' Senior Editor Mark L. Pauley felt that while there were several factors used in deciding the winner, some carried more weight in the decision. “Obviously jobs with low pay, lack of benefits and long hours were factored in, but any job where you could accidentally possibly swallow a gallon of donkey spooge must be, in my book, pushed to the top of the list.” Pauley revealed


Can't work without a fluffer
Because of their profession's unseemly reputation, some animal fluffers prefer to keep a low profile. One fluffer, who wanted to remain anonymous for this article, says she keeps her profession secret from her family.

“My husband knows I fluff, but doesn’t know what particular type of porn movies I work on.” Mrs. X revealed. “Some days I’ll come home smelling of goat feces and my husband really interrogates me. I just lie and tell him I was working with Ron Jeremy that day.”

Some industry analysts however, feel the “Least Hot” stigma of animal fluffer could wane in a few years. Mitchell Sorensen of Career Workforce Career Search Agency Group Inc., one of the Northeast’s premier staffing organizations, echoes this sentiment.

“With a few exceptions, the animal population has been growing exponentially every year, which means that amount of animals working in porn will spike as well. This translates into a bigger market for bestiality porn, which translates into better pay and working conditions for animal fluffers. Even the really ugly ones."

This trend, however, may be a few years away. Until then, fluffers like Ms. Montague may look for other lines of work.



"Last week I was blowing a mule and the fucker kicked me right in the head. I had to go to the goddam emergency room! That’s when I decided to post my resume on Hot Jobs.” Montague confessed.

Some fluffers, like Ms. X, feel there are plenty of opportunities for someone with her unique skills

“ I think PR or something in the legal field would be a natural move from fluffing."

Posted by erikbroz at 11:05 AM EST
Tuesday, 13 December 2005
Is Somebody Trying To End Christmas?




Yes. Me. For the past several years, much has been made about the so-called attack on Christmas. Pundits like Bill O’Reilly have been making political hay with this issue during the last few holiday seasons. Some folks blame the “liberal elite” for the attack on Christmas, some blame the secular humanists, while mildly retarded people blame Burgermeister Meisterburger from “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” But is this a genuine threat? Is it just some problem made up by the media like global warming or child poverty? Well, I’m here to tell you it’s real. How do I know? Because I’m one of those atheist communist pagan devil worshippers who’s trying to snatch Christmas from you.

I’m just so tired of Christmas. The TV specials, the tree lightings, the goodwill towards man. I’ve had enough. Me and my cabal of Freemasons, Scientologists, and hermaphrodite dental hygienists are going to take the Christ out of Christmas. Then were going to take the “m” out of mas. Then were going to take the “as” out of “as” and auction it on Ebay. I’ll probably auction it off for way less than it’s worth. Maybe I’ll even use the “Buy It Now” option. Yeah, then Christmas will really be screwed.

How are we going to stop Christmas? We’ve already got the ball rolling, folks. Been to a Wal-Mart lately? In years gone by, the greeters would greet everyone with “Merry Christmas." Then, a few years ago we got that greeting changed to the blasphemous "Happy Holidays." Well, guess what, we did it again. Next year the Wal-Mart greeters will shout, “The Baby Jesus sucks” when you stroll through the front doors.

Yup, Christmas is finished. We’re going stomp on it and turn and it into one of those B.S. phony-boloney holidays people use to get out of work, like Election Day or Yom Kippur. When I’m done with it, Christmas will be as popular as “Take A Complete Stranger’s Daughter To Work Day.”

You might be thinking, “Hey, who is this prick who thinks he can marginalize the holiest of holy days?". Well, before you discount me, just remember that I’ve done it before. In 1982, the second biggest holiday was National Family Literacy Day. When my cabal first tried to destroy it the critics laughed at us. They said things like, “You’re gonna stop U.S. families from reading and learning on their free time? Good luck!” or “American teenagers value education way too much; they aren’t going to replace it with those drugs, pornography, and video games you’re peddling." Sadly, the critics were right. So we turned our attention to the third biggest holiday, Arbor Day, and finished that one off for good.

There’s nothing anyone can do to stop me. I’m coming after Christmas and my work is almost done. Take Santa Claus. When I get through with that guy, Cringle will be a total has-been. Ten years from now, he'll be appearing in Old Navy commercials with the Tooth Fairy and Sherman Hemsley.

Yes, my anti-Christmas plan is really coming together. All I have to do now to finish Christmas off is eliminate Nativity scenes, wreaths, lights, Christmas trees, candy canes, ornaments, stockings, thousands of shows and movies, church, December, snow, the overwhelming majority of America, and the entire Mannheim Steamroller song catalog.

Yep, it probably shouldn’t take me more than another two thousand years to finish the job. So America, stay focused on my purge of Christmas, it’s way more important than anything else going on in the world.

Posted by erikbroz at 10:04 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 13 December 2005 12:16 PM EST
Friday, 2 December 2005
CRAZY ART




Artists are tortured, brooding, and kind of pricky- everyone knows that. We all have heard about Vincent Van Gogh, the famed post- impressionist who cut off his ear and gave it to his girlfriend in order to impress her. What you may not know is that this peculiar act of self-mutilation impressed Van Gogh’s chick so much Van Gogh decided to use amputation as his favorite pick-up line. He spent ten years mailing off various body parts until he was nothing more than a chin when he finally married in 1885.

Van Gogh was crazy, no doubt about it. Not Pat Robertson crazy, but pretty damn close. But did his dementia affect his work? Art historians think so. They point to his latter paintings, most notably, the notorious, yet obscure work Stank-Ass Dusk the disappointing sequel to his masterpiece Starry Night. Critics slammed the piece saying it lacked the spirit of his earlier work and derided Van Gogh for using his left ass cheek as the painting’s canvas.

But Van Gogh wasn’t the only painter to have what art historians like to call a “crazy” period. Several other notable artists have also suffered through this debilitating stage, usually later in life. The results are apparent in their work Here are some examples...

>Pablo Picasso’s Man Washing His Hands 30 Times a Day


This work, which many feel is a self-portrait of Picasso during his crazy period, shows the famed painter doing what he loved most; surrendering to his obsessive psychotic compulsions. The painting, however, was never officially titled by Picasso, leaving many art scholars debating whether the cubist portrait was indeed that of a man obsessively washing his hands or was in fact a platypus masturbating with a cello.



Andy Warhol’s Used Tampon Boxes

The venerated pop artist who made his mark creating art of Campbell’s soup cans seemed to lose creative steam toward the end of his life. By 1983 a few years before his death, Warhol’s partying lifestyle and addiction to freebasing Rubik’s cubes sunk him into his own crazy period. The artist spent his last months creating such nonsensical pieces as Used Tampon Boxes featuring reproductions of Tampax packages that contained no tampons, only Cap’n Crunch cereal and Garbage Pail Kid trading cards. And his pop portraits of 1980s “D- List”ers like Conrad Bain and Q-Bert seemed to confirm the criticisms that Warhol was out of touch with celebrity scene.


Leonardo da Vinci’s Madonna with Small Penis
This inexplicable work combined da Vinci’s two favorite subjects, the Mother of God and men with shriveled genitalia. While it is common knowledge that Davinci’s loved to paint transvestites, be it cross-dressing lesbos (Mary Magdalene in The Last Supper) or drag queens (The Mona Lisa), by 1510 da Vinci mentally deteriorated and became infatuated with petitely endowed she-males. The Church condemned Madonna With Small Penis and soon the Renaissance ended, immediately triggering the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand and the start of World War I.


Dali's Trapper Keeper

Salvador Dali’s Trapper Keeper Series


In 1979, as the famed surrealist approached his seventy-fifth birthday, he was approached by Lawton Mead III, CEO of Mead Paper Inc. with a revolutionary idea. Mead was about to embark on an ambitious enhancement of the loose-leaf binder and needed an artist to design some cover art. After being turned down by several respected artists from Willem de Kooning to the guy who illustrated Hagar the Horrible, Mead found an eager, albeit drooling, Dali. The Dali series of Trapper Keeper art were immediately deemed insipid and tacky by art critics who criticized the painter for his overuse of unicorns and rainbows.


Jackson Pollock’s Porcelain God (aka The Crapper)

By 1955, just months before his death, the celebrated abstract expressionist was sinking into a dark, self-induced alcoholic chasm. A pissed-drunk Pollock would go around to bars boasting that he could make anything look like a Pollock if he ate enough Mexican food. One of these pieces is still displayed in the restroom of Flanagan’s Pub, which is located across the street from New York’s Whitney Museum. The exhibit will be available to the general public until March 2006 or whenever they can find a janitor brave enough to clean up Pollock’s masterpiece.

Posted by erikbroz at 12:48 PM EST
Monday, 21 November 2005
Stalker Finds Google Earth Very Helpful



Since his recent connection to a high-speed cable modem, Timothy Rodgers, a 27 year old grocery cashier from Tallahassee, Florida, has begun to use "Google Earth" to increase his stalking productivity. Rodgers, who has been stalking women since October 2000, has found the internet map site to be an excellent resource for his unseemly profession. “Until I found Google Earth, I could, tops, maybe stalk one woman a night. It takes a lot of work--driving to their homes, setting up the telescope, and then finding a private place to masturbate. With Google Earth, I can leer at several homes in a given night from the comfort of my living room. Now I have complete privacy for my favorite stalking pastime--autoerotic asphyxiation.”

Google Earth, the website that allows users to observe 3D overviews of major cities, mountains, and disturbingly tight close-ups of people’s homes, was first developed by NASA for the Central Intelligence Agency and the Catholic Church. But the website has proven to be a boon for voyeuristic sexual predators around the globe. Google Vice President of Communications David Matheson, seemed pleasantly surprised by the high usage of this underserved demographic. “For years, we at Google have been trying to reach the freako market, and I think we’ve hit a homerun. Believe me, I know how time-consuming stalking can be; hell, I’ve been stalking Katie Couric obsessively since 1995.”

Although Mr. Rodgers says now he can’t imagine life without the popular topography site, he does feel the site has glitches that need to be worked out. “The problem is, you can only look at the roofs of people’s homes and not what is going on inside. Google needs to find a way to focus their sky camera more intrusively, maybe with an X-ray lens or something. Also, the views should be a live feed, so a stalker doesn’t feel like he’s jerking-off to a photo several months old. ”

Dave Busby, lifestyle editor of Modern Stalker, feels that people like Mr. Rodgers are asking too much from Google. “Stalking isn’t just about watching people through windows. There are several other important activities a stalker needs to perform, such as harassing phone calls, shadowing women when they walk down dark alleys, and of course, stealing undergarments from their prey and using them as a perverted shrine and/or crude diaper.” Busby recommends that novice stalkers should buy his book, That’s Right, I’m Watching You, Slut for more information.

Many executives at Google are open to exploring even more site options for stalkers. “We’ve already sold all of Google’s customers private information and personal searches to the credit card companies, IRS, and the Chinese Politburo, so I have no problem selling it to deviant sexual predators.” confessed Google Vice President of Product Management Jennifer Harlen.

Mr. Rodgers is excited for any new technology that would help him with his work. “Hey, it’s 2005, anything is possible. Now if you will excuse me, I’ve got to go take a dump on my high school girlfriend’s panties I just stole."

Posted by erikbroz at 11:46 AM EST
Saturday, 12 November 2005
Hezbollah Fires Advertising Agency

In a dramatic, although expected, move that resonated throughout the advertising world, the terrorist group Hezbollah fired its advertising agency Wallace & Dunnin this week. The dismissal was a last-ditch effort to curb the terrorist organization’s dwindling popularity. “The last decade have been really rough for the Hezbollah; we just weren’t making the papers anymore—not even the New York Post’s Page 6! I felt we needed to take action.” explained CEO Sheik Hassan Nasrallah.

The Lebanon-based organization, which in 1985 ranked No. 2 on the FBI Terrorist Watch List, recently fell to 97th, right behind the Idaho Unarmed Militia and the Cat Klu Klux Klan. (Hezbollah was also ranked #122 on Billboard’s Adult Contemporary Terrorist list.) This drop-off has led to rampant speculation among media experts as to whether the group can turn itself around. Richard Perdue, media editor of Ad Age magazine, noted, “These days everyone’s talking about Al-Qaeda and Iraqi insurgents, but they’re not the only game in town. There’s plenty of room for second-tier terrorist groups, too, like the Taliban or even the United Way.”

Hezbollah membership, which peaked at almost one million during the early eighties, has dwindled down to 340, and many of its current members are less than enthusiastic about the group’s purported causes. “Every month or so our chief cleric issues a new fatwa that usually goes unnoticed. Last week, with no explanation, he put a fatwa against all Bath and Body Works franchises. Now I’m as crazy as the next disenfranchised religious zealot, but I’m just not going to suicide bomb without a clear directive from Allah. Plus I really love that apricot scented shower gel they sell there.”

Many Hezbollah members have also complained that they are often confused with members of other terrorist organizations. “The other day, some Palestinian woman thanked me for running the Jews out of Gaza, and that just pissed me off,” explained member Assad Kalil. Adding that this wasn’t the first time his group was confused with Hamas, Kalil complained, “It’s ridiculous! Just because we both start with the letter H doesn’t mean we’re the same fucking group. Even President Bush knows that… Uh, okay, bad example.”


Since booting its advertising agency, Hezbollah has decided to try a less conventional approach to advertising. “We’ve been focusing too much on guerilla warfare, when we should be focusing on more on guerrilla marketing,” said Omar Mammoud, Hezbollah’s media director. “We going try some ‘new media’ approaches to our branding—whether it’s martyrdom pop-up ads, streaming video jihads, or even podcasting our hate-filled anti-American diatribes.”

Marketing executives believe Hezbollah’s new ad campaign will also be enhanced by its improved search engine optimization. Until last month, a user could link to Hezbollah’s website only by typing in phrases like “Lebanese Extremists” or “Party of God.” Now typing phrases like “Sponge-Bob” or “Lindsay Lohan” will offer an easy connection to the group’s homepage.

Mitchell Levine , senior editor of Marketing Focus.com likes these innovative strategies. “You gotta reach the teenagers; that ‘s where the focus should be. Most of these kids want to grow up to be the next Bin Laden, not the next Sheikh Nabil Qauq, and that’s a shame. Hezbollah really has to reach them at an early age, ‘cause most of these kids will blow themselves up by age 16.”

But with all their problems, management at Hezbollah appears optimistic about the organization’s future. CEO Sheik Nasrallah predicts rapid progress: “Ten years ago Al Queda was basically like 4-H, and look how far they’ve come. I think with hard work and a focus on targeting our key demos, you’ll soon see Hezbollah wreaking fear and havoc again on the entire world, or, at very least, those Satanic-spawn Zionists.”

Posted by erikbroz at 12:10 PM EST
Friday, 4 November 2005
Lewis "Scooter" Libby Rewrites a Classic Fairy Tale


Scooter Libby wrote a novel in 1996, called The Apprentice, and ever since he was indicted on charges of obstruction of justice, perjury, and making false statements, his book has been selling well on Amazon.
The sex scenes in the book feature tasteful fare such as bestiality with children.
Collins quotes from the indicted aide's novel: "At age 10 the madam put the child in a cage with a bear trained to couple with young girls so the girls would be frigid and not fall in love with their patrons. They fed her through the bars and aroused the bear with a stick when it seemed to lose interest."


Lewis "Scooter" Libby Rewrites a Classic Fairy Tale

Goldilocks and The Three Bears

Goldilocks: Hmm, this bed is too soft, this bed is too hard, but this one is just right.

Bear: Growwwl!

Goldilocks: Oh no- a bear!

Bear: (deep seductive voice) Hey baby, you don't worry about Big Papa bear. ('Let's Get it On' by Marvin Gaye plays in the background.) You're kinda cute, Goldilocks.

Goldilocks: Mr. Papa Bear, are you trying to seduce me?

Bear: Does poetry turn you on? How about this?“Out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning. They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them. Come back to work—and life,”

Goldilocks: What the hell does that mean?

Bear: It's means P. Bear wants to break off himself a nice piece of "Locks". And I'm not talking about the kind you put on bagel. Now let's see that white-ass booty, bitch! I'll get Mama Bear in here and we can have a threesome.

Goldilocks: Eww, no way! Man, this story is almost as lame as Lynne Cheney's book.

Bear: Cmon, baby, I want you, I swear. Would I ever lie or commit perjury? No way! Anyway, it's all Karl Rove's fault. He obstructed the investigation and outed Plaime. Go after him! Scooter Libby, uh, I mean Papa Bear is innocent!


END

Posted by erikbroz at 1:17 PM EST
Tuesday, 1 November 2005
Say it Ain't So, Alan!




When I heard recently that President Bush was appointing a new Federal Reserve Chairman to replace you, I wept. As webmaster of the 114th most trafficked Alan Greenspan fan site “AllyG Kicks Bodocious Ba-donka-donk .biz”, I feel that it’s my duty to bestow on you an appropriate parting tribute. So here goes…

My dearest Alan, we’ve shared so many special moments together. Remember the Asian crisis of 1998? The world panicked, but you kept your wits about you. And Alan, when you talked, the whole world listened. In 1996, you uttered those legendary words “irrational exuberance” and the Dow dropped 23,000 points. And who could forget 1999, when you made the NASDAQ collapse just by uttering at a press conference, “I ain’t scared of tech stocks, bi-atch. The dot-coms can lick my shriveled, low-hanging, nut-sack!”

You were a financial wiz as Fed Chief. You demonstrated that it was possible to calm the bond markets with nothing more than a clever remark and your nasty old man smell. When it came to daunting fiscal quandaries, I likened you to a medieval knight slaying fire-breathing dragon. Except the dragon was inflation and your sword was a briefcase. No, wait, that’s not right. Your sword was supply-side economics and the dragon was stagflation. No, uh, wait--the dragon and the sword were the Wholesale Price Index and you were Scott Baio. (I’m not very good at economic analogies.)


Many nicknamed you “Maestro” because of the economic magic you produced. Others called you “Huggies Six”, referring to the number of adult diapers you went through on a daily basis. But whatever your nickname, you were a maverick; you played by your own rules and didn’t give a shit about conventional wisdom. “Greenspan’s a wild man, he could talk about price elasticity of demand while getting head and not even miss a second of Wall Street Week,” marvelled former Treasury secretary and close friend Paul O Neill.


Your quotes were always memorable. Remember this little chestnut? “It’s my experience that competency in mathematics, both in numerical manipulations and in understanding its conceptual foundations, enhances a person's ability to handle the more ambiguous and qualitative relationships that dominate our day-to-day financial decision-making.” I didn’t know what the fuck you were talking about then and I still don’t now, but you sure were a hit at my six-year-old nephew’s birthday party. That lecture, plus those balloon animals you designed, proved to be a rousing success with the kindergarten set.


Yes, Alan Greenspan will always be remembered as one of the top Fed Chairmen of all time. I put you right in the top five, slightly behind Paul Volker, but miles ahead of Thurston Howell III and Mr. Drummond from Different Strokes.

Mr. Greenspan, you may not have been perfect. Your handling of interest rates was enigmatic to many economists. Some thought you cut them too slowly when the tech bubble popped. Others thought you raised them too quickly during the recession. But most agree on one thing: you shouldn’t wear tight cut-off shorts when you play badminton. There’s only so much of your “leading indicators” the general public can stand to see before they get nauseous.

Your legacy will only grow stronger with time. When historians look back at you they’ll say, “There goes one hell of a Fed Chief”. They’ll also say “I wonder if his wife (reporter Andrea Mitchell) has ever been teabagged by Alan. And if so, was she conscious?”

Time and time again you steered the American economy from almost certain ruin, or at the very least, from a slightly disappointing quarterly G.D.P. number. Could the new Fed Chief Ben Bernanke do that? No fucking way. Bernanke is to banking policy what Danny Bonaduce is to methamphetamines—a shitty combination.

I will never forget you, Mr. Greenspan. Anytime I masturbate while watching CNBC, it’s your face I see on Maria Bartoromo’s body. Anytime I play the Durable Good Orders report drinking game, you’re the only one I’ll think about when I down my tenth shot of Yager. So I toast you Mr. Greenspan --you were one of the good ones.

Posted by erikbroz at 12:01 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 1 November 2005 12:27 AM EST
Sunday, 23 October 2005
Cavity Sam Dropped by Health Insurance Company





In a step that sent shockwaves through the healthcare industry, insurance giant Aetna dropped Cavity Sam (a.k.a. the "Operation” game guy) from its health insurance coverage yesterday. The action taken was seen by many industry analysts as an essential cost-cutting move by the Fortune 500 Company.

"This guy was becoming a drag on their bottom line,” explained insurance sector analyst Bill Yankus of Fox-Pitt Kelton, “Aetna was spending hundreds of thousands of dollars covering some rather questionable procedures for Mr. Sam."

Over the years, Mr. Sam, 40, has submitted numerous claims for medical procedures on organs such as his “Wish Bone” and “Bread Basket,” the legitimacy of which the insurance company began to question.

Aetna adjuster Robert Thompkins, was the first to distrust some of Mr. Sam’s claims. “On June 24, 2002, Cavity Sam submitted a claim for the surgical removal of a rubber band imbeded in his ankle. At Aetna we try to be reasonable with our health coverage, but $48,000 for a rubber band? Are you fucking kidding me? I can go to Staples and buy a pack of five hundred for $2.99!”

Mr. Sam’s treating physicians, however, have disagreed with Aetna’s decision to deny the rubber band operation as well as other procedures, including open-heart bypass surgery. World- renowned cardiopulmonary specialist Emir Johansson, M.D. feels his work will not be fairly compensated. “This was a very difficult procedure; I had to remove Mr. Sam’s ‘broken heart’ with nothing but a pair of plastic tweezers. Only a few surgeons in the world could do this without making his nose light up and buzz. I feel I should be rewarded generously—either monetarily or at least with some Connect Four chips.”

Lawyers for Aetna have been scrambling to explain the company’s decision. In-house counsel Robert Krisbel explained that Mr. Sam’s policy simply does not provide coverage for the procedures in question. “In August 1999, Cavity Sam submitted a $17,000 claim for “Writers Cramp” surgery. The man had an entire pencil lodged in his arm. Pencil-removal is specifically excluded from coverage.”

Mr. Krisbel was referring to a standard clause in the Aetna insurance agreement that denies coverage for any preexisting conditions caused by swallowing writing, drawing or drafting utensils.

Friends of Cavity Sam have rushed to his defense. Marvin Mendel a.k.a. “Green Hippo” from the popular board game ‘Hungry, Hungry, Hippos’ feels that Mr. Cavity was the victim of discrimination.
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“This is ridiculous,” Mr. Mendel complained. “Two years ago, I had surgery to remove five marbles from my snout and Aetna gave me a really hard time. I think we're dealing with a classic case of board game character anti-Semitism. They never deny any WASP coverage--like Professor Plum from Clue. Last month Aetna accepted a $74,000 claim for so-called injuries that professor prick got from bludgeoning some guy with a candlestick. Those goyam at Aetna can go suck my big, circumcised hippo schlong!””

But many colleagues of Mr. Sam’s feel his ailments were caused by his own negligence. “Look at the guy. He’s forty pounds overweight and has a wrench and a butterfly wedged in his lower extremities. He obviously doesn’t take care of himself,” asserted Fredrick “The Top Hat” Pintovsky from Monopoly.

Others were even bolder with their criticism. Mr. Potato Head, who has had many transplant surgeries over the years, surprisingly did not sympathize with Cavity Sam’s predicament. “Where the hell are his genitals?” Mr. Head exclaimed, “Instead of wasting money on your ‘Charlie Horse’, why do you spend some dough and have the doctors design you a penis? I did it. Now I can take it off and put it on anytime I want!”

Aetna's decision, however, may not be final. Executives from Hasbro Inc., which own the rights to Mr. Sam, are mounting an appeal. "Forty years ago, I promised Sammy that he would never have to worry about medical expenses,” explained CEO Alan G. Hassenfeld, “So he’s getting treatment even if I have to put that fat eunuch bastard on Medicaid.”

Posted by erikbroz at 11:29 PM EDT
Thursday, 13 October 2005
I'm doing all my Christmas shopping at Spencer's Gifts





That¿s right, this year I¿m doing all my Christmas and holiday shopping at Spencer¿s Gifts. You remember Spencer¿s Gifts? It¿s the legendary mall staple whose inventory consists of a bizarre assortment of novelty toys, phallic lava lamps, and quasi-legal drug paraphernalia. I gotta tell ya¿, I love this place. I have been ¿shopping¿ at Spencer¿s for ¿the¿ past fifteen years. I put ¿shopping¿ in quotations because like most people, I¿ve never actually bought anything there. (I put ¿the¿ in quotations because I¿m practically illiterate.)

So why doesn¿t anyone buy stuff at Spencer¿s Gifts? Is it because of all the frivolous garbage they sell? Probably. They sell more useless crap than Sharper Image, Brookstone and General Motors combined, but at least it¿s reasonably priced useless crap.


One of my favorite items at Spencer¿s Gifts is in the ¿mature¿ novelty gag section. It's a gag gift box containing a fake turd. If that¿s not funny enough, on the outside of the gift box it reads, ¿I couldn¿t afford to buy you a present so I made you one myself.¿ Genius. Pure genius. It combines all of the elements of subtle intellectual humor with counterfeit plastic doody. This Christmas, I¿m buying that faux feces for everyone on my list.

They also have several first-rate costumes and masks at Spencer¿s. The only problem is they usually run out of the good ones after October 31st and you are left with lame-ass leftovers. My nephew made such a purchase last year and now he¿s dressing up as Fed Chief Alan Greenspan this Halloween. (Either that or ¿Pinhead¿ from the movie Hellraiser, I always get the two mixed up.)

I¿ll also be buying all my geeky friends a selection from Spencer¿s obscure action figures collection. I¿m buying my friend Jim, a huge Star Wars fan, a Darth Edgardo figurine. Darth Edgardo, as you Star Wars dorks probably know, made a brief appearance in The Revenge of the Sith as Darth Tyranus¿s gay pilates instructor. For only $359, I¿d be crazy not to buy it.

Still, we all know the coolest items sold at Spencer¿s Gifts are the sex toys. I¿m buying my woman some edible underwear for Kwanzaa this year. Boy, will she be surprised, especially since she¿s not black and is, what we call in New York, a total stranger. Edible underwear can be great fun and the ladies do seem to enjoy it; but make sure the underwear you buy is actually edible. During a Thanksgiving dinner, my uncle Ira once dined on six pair of Haines Her Way and two sides of leg warmers before he realized he had made a terrible blunder.


I¿m also going to buy that book called, ¿101 New Sexual Positions¿. This paperbac