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March 21, 2005   
Your very own shallow grave
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Mark McGwire Refuses Comment on Steroid UseMarch 21, 2005
Washington, D.C.
Sloe Lorenzo
Mark McGwire, part human, part horse, answers some to most questions before a photo opportunity/congressional hearing on steroid use.
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n a congressional hearing reminiscent of the McCarthy hearings, only filled with really beefy guys, baseball record-setter Mark McGwire clumsily deflected questions about his own history with steroids while damning the drugs on one side and on the other warning about the failure of those involved with the sport to stop it. Sweetie McGwire, standing at a hulking 8 feet tall and nearly 4 feet wide, refused to directly deny using artificial means to induce the strength to hit his then record-setting 70 homeruns.

“I’m not here to talk about the past,” said the monstrous humanoid homerun-hitter, “I’m here to be positive.” McGwire did not invoke his Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination, and congressmen involved appeared unwilling to play hardball with a beloved A...Read more...

Lame Governor Bans Video Games in PrisonsMarch 21, 2005
Jefferson City, MO
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A time-saving collage of the games that may be inspiring easily- influenced criminals to act like themselves
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he sound of big, scary men whining grew louder this week with the news that the Missouri House (similar to the Ronald McDonald House, only more Missoury) has upheld state governor Matt Blunt's decision to ban all video games from the state's prisons. While the public's reaction has been mostly along the lines of "They have video games in prison? Is there anything those assholes don't have?" the reaction from inmates statewide has been much bitchier.

"Man, this shit is whack," complained Tyrell Doogins, convicted three-time murder and NBA LIVE fanatic. "If I can't get my GTA on, I gonna be killin' some suckers for real."

The move by Blunt came after months of criticism by victim's-rights groups disturbed by the prospect of prisoners reliving their rea...Read more...

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March 21, 2005
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Bumped Again!

I had planned on letting you all know how my screenplay efforts are going, but I've decided to put that aside, because something is really chapping my ass lately.

Okay, real quick—the screenplay is going fabs. The class with Nancy Melville is going fantastic and I'm practically done. My people are even in talks with Conan O'Brien to star as the Sheriff, even though his people aren't talking back. Anyway, I've got bigger deals this week.

For the very last time, I got bumped. And not from any prestigious talk show or event, which I might be able to understand a little. I got bumped from the commune! Just weeks ago now. Can you believe it? The goddamned nerve. An organization like the commune has balls the size of American Gladiator Atlaspheres to bounce m...Read more...

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Milestones
1996: Red Bagel fires entire commune staff during "Crazy Bagel's Everything Must Go Liquidation Madness" phase of the commune's August Sale-abration. Analysts praise Bagel for ridding his staff of junkies and losers, who he promptly replaces with the current batch of junkies and losers.
Now Hiring
Bloodhound. Needed to track down former commune staffer Smilin' Jack Costello, who disappeared in May, still owing $8 to the office petty cash fund. Smart dog needed who is not fooled by turbans or overly distracted by running foxes. Generous wages to be paid in beef kidneys.
Top Outstanding commune Petty Cash Debts
1.Raoul Dunkin
$974.25 in mental anguish
2.Smilin' Jack Costello
$8, plus interest
3.Ned Nedmiller
1/8th of a cent
4.Mazie the Chicken
1 half cup of scratch
5.You Know Who You Are
1 human gall bladder
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BY eddie smurphy
3/14/2005
Drinking Days
Margolis was a drunk with skin like leather and a couch that was also made from leather. If an ant was crawling across Margolis' hand, and then it crossed the border onto the couch, it probably wouldn't know the difference. That's the point about Margolis here.

True, the couch didn't have hairs, which to an ant would appear like trees or giant erect fire hoses, but unless the ant was really paying attention he would probably miss this detail. He might just think he had come out of the woods and entered a wide, open prairie of leather.

Who's to say what an ant thinks, anyway? How could an ant even know what a forest or a prairie was, really? It's very unlikely he'd have the vision to see the big picture like that. To him, the forest would be like a universe anyway,...Read more...