Archives - 200210

Buddy the Dog brings celebrity, hope to campus

CAMPUS — The departures of Chris Owens and Fredie Williams, two key players from last year’s men’s basketball roster who suffered season-ending injuries, left head coach Rick Barnes in the doghouse—that is until he stumbled upon the 1997 Disney classic Air Bud.

President warns: "Just say no to biological weapons"

WASHINGTON, DC — President Bush has announced plans to joust Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein from power, according to senior U.S. officials. Lacking U.N. support to oust the foreign leader, an angered Bush vowed to joust him out instead.

WASHINGTON, DC — Taking a break from his Iraq obsession, President Bush spent 15 minutes recounting a recent fishing trip to the entire American public during a White House press conference on the economy.

Begin plans for epoch-defining vehicle with road-worthy sperm whale

FORD HEADQUARTERS — Ford announced on Saturday that it will decline building a second generation of the popular sport utility vehicle known as the Excursion. The Excursion is presently the largest sport utility made by American manufacturers, and some models have been known to transport both a Volkswagen Beetle and Luciano Pavarotti on the same trip. When questioned about the halt, Ford spokesman William Depolis labeled them as “petite, useless, and too small.” To replace the Excursion, Ford engineers are in the process of developing a new larger SUV based on the physical size and shape of the North Atlantic sperm whale. Originally the plans were to use actual whales hollowed out by a taxidermist, but the smell and lack of four wheel drive quickly exterminated that experiment. Currently, a design team is hatching a titanium-based shell rooted on the skeletal design of the whale, with an allnatural whale-white leather interior.

20. “Ooh, you look boo-tilicious!”

19. “Nice costume, wanna satisfy our mutual sexual frustration with a night of awkward, half-assed attempts at drunken love-making?”

18. “I’ll give you a hint: there’s no trick in these pants.”

17. “Hey: so you’re dressed as a ghost. Wanna make me scream your name?”

16. “Girl, you make my crotch rise from the dead.”

15. “I’m hungry like the werewolf!”

14. “Are you tired? Because I’ve been chasing you in your nightmares for weeks.”

13. "I wanna bob for yo’ apples."

Officially endorsed by the American Association of False Prognostication.

CAPRICORN
(December 22 - January 19)
You will hold a bit of diet soda in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Enjoy the refreshing tingle of aspartame, as this will be the highlight of your month, and perhaps the rest of your life.

AQUARIUS
(January 20-February 18)
Positive energy abounds; the world is your oyster. Unfortunately, your particular oyster tests positive for lethal levels of ptomaine.

The Lord hath made you in His image, LuV2r4vE! Yours is a free spirit, unbound by the conventions of our droll society. You trip, you flip; you are the candy kid. Your glorious rave pants could house an entire family. They sparkle and shimmer in all the colors of the rainbow. DJ, crank it up to 180 BPM while he enjoys a new pacifier. It's the simple pleasures that make it all worthwhile. Right, LuV2r4vE?

concerns and praise from our literate public

My roommate keeps using my Instant Messenger screenname

Grovah sez: how’s it hanging, my hot posse? Man, have I got some bitchin’ tales for ya’ll. So a couple of weeks ago, me and my roomies took a trip up to tha North Side… of Dallas! That’s right, yo! I got some fly-ass tickets to the OU game and had a fuckin’ balls-crazy time in the Big D. Ain’t that some shit?

They have set off Weapons of Mass Destruction in circumstances forbidden by UN treaty. They have a long history of communistic revolution and cruel despots. In recent wars, they hosted our enemies until we moved in to liberate. They treat Americans with consistent contempt—mocking our customs, frustrating our efforts to bring the 9/11 terrorists to justice, refusing to speak the English language to friendly visitors. Am I talking about Iraq? No, Mr. President, I am talking about France.

Yoooo Dudezies!!! Here comes the Skove-man, here comes the Skove-man, choo choo choo, choo choo choo!! If my cousin Randall is reading this I want him to know that he is totally cool and my best friend…NOT!! You are a total b**tnugget, Randall!! HA HA HA! Ian strikes again! Killa-cool, killa-cool!! I love to ride my bike.

My novel stews, unfinished in drawer. My poems are bellicose and legion and all made of pure shit. My pen sits motionless—my sheets of looseleaf barren in their neat stack next to the typewriter. Yet I labor continuously, without cease, on the work that will place me in the canon—the Great American Away Message.

My leash, my love. Warm, cozied up to my hip like a sleepy friend, my cell phone defines me. It is an extension of myself. Those who know my cell phone know me, for I have mastered the art of self-expressionist telecommunications.

My custom faceplates reflect my mood. Sometimes, my faceplate is clear, unassuming. I want people to know the real me, for I wear no mask, no costume. I have nothing to hide. Those who see my cell phone can peer into its deepest inner workings. Such am I.

Why do they want me so badly?

Lately, on my periodic forays to class, I’ve been seeing these flyers for Disney internships. Now, say what you will about the possibility of spending a summer working for Disney, but how many things have you seen advertised on the wall of a class building that you would actually put any time into? I’ve been here for four years, and I’ve never met anyone who decided to go on a spring break trip, take a part-time job, or participate in a psychological study based on something they read on one of these ubiquitous glossy handbills.

"All Hail The True Musical Geniuses!" Shout Critics Worldwide

LONDON — The UK's most eclectic musical group, Radiohead, fronted by madman Thom Yorke, after much anticipation, have finally released their sixth album, entitled Function C Green Alteration. The new record, hailed by critics worldwide as the greatest musical endeavor to ever come from humankind, features eight tracks of pure and unconditional silence.

THE DARK REALM — To the despair of investors everywhere, Hell CEO Satan has reported a loss for the third straight quarter. “You’d think with the state the world’s in today, the Hell Corp. would be in great shape,” shrugged the Prince of Darkness. “But to be honest, we’ve been in debt ever since the mid-80’s when we built the Plastic Ball Pit of Eternal Damnation.”

"What is all this crap?" wails angry, dissappointed local woman

AUSTIN — Recent Trading Spaces participant Deborah Mills was appalled to find that her neighbors had redecorated her bedroom into a den of sin and debauchery.