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Failed Experiment Produces Hideous Miniature Clone

Raelian attempt to clone human results in horrible by-product
January 6, 2003
Los Angeles, California
Raelian K-mart
Grotesque humanoid deformity reminds world of the dangers of playing God.
G
enetic science took a step backward last week when the creation of a bald, chubby failed clone was revealed by members of the Raelian sect.

"They have attempted to play god, and they have failed," said someone in our newsroom.

The cloning was carried out by Clonaid, a terribly on-the-nose named company founded by members of the Raelian sect, who believe human beings were created by alien scientists years ago. In case you're wondering, yes, they are being completely sincere when they say that. Members of the socially unapproved religion announced their disappointment when the experiment yielded a clone one-eighth the size of the original, hairless, fatty, and with inhibited intelligence and language skills.

"Imagine our dismay when our optimistic at...Read more...

2002: The Year in ReviewJanuary 6, 2003
commune offices
COMMUNE ART DEPT.
Some of the newsmakers that helped make 2002 exactly 365 days long.
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002 was a banner year for news. As long as the banner said, “BO-RING!”

Yes, as we reach the beginning of a brand new news year, we look back on 2002 with more than a slight Elvis sneer of derision, like a party guest finally leaving with a heavy hangover and leaving our sofa and rug stained with vomit. 2002 may go down in the history books as, “The Year of ‘…Anyway…’”

Like a half-assed sitcom following Friends and preceding ER, much of 2002 felt squashed in-between two major news periods. Following hot on the heels of the events of Sept. 11th and the bombing of Afghanistan that heralded the War on Terror, things settled down into a dreary boredom in 2002 as Americans waited for big news events that still have yet to come&#...Read more...

Study finds low I.Q. causes lead paint eating, not other way around



January 6, 2003
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Nude Year's Resolution

by the commune's Omar Bricks
Like any God-fearing man, Omar Bricks is careful to make a New Year's Resolution every year. Not that I'm all that religious, at least not since being banned from church for impersonating the Pope at a bake sale years ago. But the way I see it, it's best to stay on God's good side, in case he exists. So every year I resolve something.

One year it was to make a shitload of money. The next year it was to quit gambling and get out of debt, not to mention getting the mob off my back. Another year I resolved to be a Big Brother to some underprivileged kid, until I found out that was a different thing than living in a house with a bunch of hot bimbos and everything you do is on TV. One year I resolved to only eat things I like, but a few days later I accidentally ate at a White Cast...Read more...

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Quote of the Day
“The stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas! Except near Houston, Dallas or Fort Worth. Talk about your smog. Jesus, this song's gonna need another verse.”

-Clement B. Doogle
Fortune 500 Cookie
Mama said there'd be days like this, but the bitch lied. The success or failure of this coming week hinges on your proper understanding of the word "gonad," so take our advice and go buy a dictionary now, Skippy. Order lots of Chinese food this week, but don't pick it up. This week's lucky accidents: back-flip off ladder onto hardwood floor, lip caught on drain while bathtub's full, wearing flammable jumpsuit to Great White concert, 15 car pile-up.


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BY cassandra steiger
12/23/2002
Lunch Money
Listen up, Billy Olson
I'm a drink you up like Molson
make you sing like a fat Al Jolson
grab your tits and milk 'em both, son.

'Cause you messed
with the best
I confess
it's no test
I am the real thing
you will know the hurt I bring
forget this skirt, I am the King
of your pudgy white ass
they'll put your cheeks in a cast
for six to eight weeks
and the chicks who hate geeks
will know your ass reeks
'cause you can't wash it
I'm a squash it
and I'll pound it to dough
When will I stop? I don't know
and neither will you
they'll have to put in a screw
to keep your ass from falling out your pants
when you dance
and at a glance
you'll look l...Read more...