resident George W. Bush and British Prime Minister Tony Blair were shocked into jovial amiability Saturday when their reception of the 2003 Nobel Peace Prize was interrupted by the revelation they had been "punk'd" by Ashton Kutcher and his gang of M-TV pranksters.

Punk'd, a modern-day celebrity-on-celebrity Candid Camera or the poor-man's Totally Hidden Video, features That '70s Show star Kutcher and other modern pop culture icons giving another fellow celebrity a good-natured razzing. The staged Nobel Peace Prize ceremony ended Saturday when Kutcher jumped out from nearby curtains to reveal Bush and Blair to be the latest superstars added to the Punk'd roster.

Blair was reportedly surprised, confused, and slightly disappointed to find out the Nobel Peace Prize was only a spirited gag. Bush was simply confused, and after several more minutes and an explanation that the show was much like the WB's Jamie Kennedy Experiment did he exhibit vague comprehending. Bush apparently did recognize Kutcher from Dude, Where's My Car? immediately, but merely thought he had shown up to support the president's reward.

"You should have seen your face!" Kutcher yelled when he leapt from behind the curtain, to which Bush responded, "It's Dude!"

The elaborate hoax began Thursday when Norwegian parliamentarian Jan Simonsen nominated the Iraq coalition pair for the Nobel Peace Prize. The entire world was surprised by the suggestion, given the history of traditionally awarding the Nobel Peace Prize to those who work to prevent war rather than lead into it, but once the nominating committee was let in on the joke by Punk'd co-star Dax Shepard, they agreed to go along with the gag.

"Frankly, it did surprise me," Blair said late Saturday, after the joke was revealed. "I understand the Nobel Prize nominations end around February 1^st, and the ceremonies are usually held in October rather than the Saturday after a nomination. Not to mention the fact we, the president and I, started a war entirely for political purposes without a shred of evidence. That didn't seem to be a normal Peace Prize prerequisite."

Kutcher, a fellow Tool fan, was brought in on the presidential prank by Bush daughters Jenna and Barbara, with a little help by former Vice-President Al Gore. He thought it only fair after the "punking" George W. and Jeb gave him in the 2000 election, with a little help from Katharine Harris.

"One good turn deserves another, Dubya—you been Punk'd, sucker!" said a possibly inebriated Gore via phone Saturday.

A solemn Bush, described by aids as a little sour but in general good spirits, interrupted network broadcasts Sunday night to apprise the country of the situation.

"Yes, America, the stories you have heard are true. I have been Punk'd by M-TV. The award I received was not a Nobel Peace Prize after all, but a leftover M-TV Movie Award never collected by Chris Tucker for the Best On-Screen Duo Category. The man awarding me the award was not the head of the Nobel Institute Director Geir Lundestad, but a young man Lance Bass of some singing group. As always, this administration accepts minor setbacks and tries to move on. In fact, I have since formed a committee to find out if these reports of weapons of mass destruction as yet unfound in Iraq might be part of some Osama bin Laden-hosted Al-Jazeera practical joke program."

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OH MY GOD SNOW

Hello, fan of Boris. Is welcome to column.

Now you are wondering, I know, when is Boris to do something large? So tired of just reading that Boris live in America and watch for naked persons with binogulars. But no more time to be tired, reading friend! Because Boris spend exciting weekend outside of apartment and with Metallica.

Metallica is loud thing with angry persons and smoke, very fun. Is sort of like musics, if musics was like when Louis hits funny bone or finds out Boris is wearing all of Louis clean underwears. But is not so scary like this since Metallica is angry at all persons, not just Boris.

You are to wonder how Boris goes to such a thing, since Louis is not friend of Metallica? Of course, is true. Louis only likes person who is Herbie Hancock and makes strange robots music. Boris does watch robot music movie one time where there is pants walking in closet and bird made of lamps. Boris first thinking is nightmare, but no! Louis remember this too. So strange. Talk about so many scary things, Boris cannot even hide in closet from such music because closet is full of dancing pants.

So no, robots cannot come to Metallica because they are made of metals. Is like magnet thing, bad mess for robots. But Louis friend Marco is big friend of Metallica and plus is made of normal persons materials. So Marco friend does bring Boris to thing. Hooray for Boris!

Funny part is Marco going to this thing for selling special bags of weeds to persons. Is Boris hip to this? Of course. Not to be silly, Boris does watch Similar to Skippy eat the lawn grass and then him decides to undo eating of grass by hobby of barfing. Is okay hobby if you are dog, trust Boris and dog doctor. But this is thing for persons to do as well? What crazy cartoon secrets Boris does not know! Is strange, but Boris and his hips does understand this.

Marco want to keep weeds in Boris fanny of pack when going to Metallica, so them does not get killed by sunlight. Oh, good idea. Boris does not know of such ways to keep weeds happy since only experience is stepping on weeds to hurt them. Is called yardwork.

So Marco and Boris goes to Metallica thing and have much screaming fun. Metallica persons is screaming, not Boris anymore after Marco explain that persons is not yelling at Boris. This makes thing much more fun. There is bombs that blow up and Metallica is killing everyone, very funny.

But first before Metallica there is other things, like Mudhen and Abraham Lincoln. These are other persons to yell at Boris so Metallica does not get tired all the time. Is smart. Also is persons called Pimp Biscuit who acts funny and sounds like breakfast.

Plus there is much smoke from bombs and cigarettes, this is fun thing like forests fire. All smoke makes Boris so sleepy but keeps lungs warm, is good.

Do not tell Marco, but Boris thinks best part is naked girls. All over place, girls is getting naked to show they like Metallicas. At first Boris thinks he is fallen asleep, but Marco sees these girls too. All dancing and saying goodbye to shirts, and then putting shirts back on. Naked girls cannot decide. Boris takes off shirt as well, to show that he says yes to Metallica, but persons says Boris is too white like doughboy to hurt their eyes. So Boris puts on shirt again but is still saying yes to Metallica with clothes on.

Is such good time Boris knows why persons joins the Armies, to do this thing all the time with bombs and naked persons. Hooray for this thing!

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A recent poll of girls hanging out in the food court at the mall has yielded this unexpected result: the words most commonly associated with Omar Bricks in the minds of teenage girls are these: cocky good-looking son of a bitch. Actually, those were three separate entries, but I like the way they run together. The good-looking part actually came from a guy working at the novelty gift store; I'm not sure how he got a hold of one of the ballots. But I kept it in the mix, for scientific reasons and because I think it was probably a back-up choice in the minds of most of the food court girls. Makes sense.

Before you jump to any ludicrous conclusions, let me first off say that the "son of a bitch" part didn't bother me. As far as I'm concerned, that's between teenage girls and Mama Bricks exclusively. If any bare-midriffed mallrats have a problem with the way Mama Bricks butters her bread, they know where to find her. As she's fond of saying, I'd just recommend bringing several friends and a first aid kit, that's all.

Nope, what really set off my bullshit alarm (I recently had to have it recalibrated after watching half of the State of the Union address on TV before I realized it wasn't Sesame Street) was the "cocky" bit. I mean, what a bitch. Whichever one of them it was. Omar Bricks is a lot of things, including the masked daredevil who jumped a dirt bike over the turnstiles at the State Fair last year (I would have got away with it if it weren't for the blabbermouth working at the cotton candy booth that broke my fall), but cocky? That really takes some imagination.

Omar Bricks is, and presumably always will be (unless I wake up with super powers one day or something, then screw it) one modest motherfucker. I haven't taken credit for half of the amazing shit I've done and haven't called out one-third of the fronting wannabes who don't deserve to lick the sweat off my balls. And not because I lacked the vocabulary to adequately explain my innate superiority, either. Omar Bricks has made up more words to describe his bitchin'ness than most suckers have ever even heard of.

Everyone seems to forget the time years ago when I saved all those little kids from the apartment building that burnt down after my porno collection caught on fire. They wanted to put my picture in the paper with this ass-kicking article about how I had braved certain exposure to uncomfortable temperatures to throw those kids off the balcony to safety. They would have been screwed if I hadn't been there, since the stacks and stacks of XXX magazines (and enough pizza boxes to build a fort) stoked the fire into some kind of special effects inferno, and nobody had hauled away the mattress I threw out that was blocking the hallway. But when the time came for my fifteen minutes of newspaper glory, I said no way, Jose (the guy's name, I think). Omar Bricks isn't in it for the glory. Saving those kids and making out with their mom behind a fire truck was reward enough for me.

What kind of cocky son of a bitch lets a cherry story like that go untold? (Before today, anyway.) Nobody I know. Most guys would have it printed up on a shirt that said "AWESOME HERO" on the back. But not Omar Bricks, Modest Motherfucker. Besides, that shit's expensive and they charge by the letter.

Clearly there's some player-hating going on down at the mall, and that's the kind of shit for which Omar Bricks cannot stand. Next time I see those girls they can buy their own goddamned frozen yogurt.

Bricks out.

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