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New Sex Study: Sex-Study Sex Fantastic.

A new sex study, released today by the Parrington institute, finds that sex, had as part of a sex study, is "fantastic", with only 37% of the subjects reporting their sex study sex as frightening and/or unpleasant. A whopping 63% reported enjoying the sex study sex.
Sex. Sex study sex sex sex.

How to Relax When Asking your Boss What’s His Race

Hi, OK. So the time has finally come. You’ve gotten up the nerve and you’re ready to go for the gusto of: “just what the heck race is my boss anyway!?!” Don’t worry; we’ve all been there. It’s a hassle, but hey, this is the most important thing in the world- best to do it right.





Step 1: Show up early to work. Very early. Be there, waiting in the dark when your boss turns on the lights.
Step 2: Lighten the mood with a joke. Perhaps a joke about early birds and the types of things they eat.
Step 3: After the laughter has died down, turn the subject of the conversation to what race is your boss.
Step 4: Keep your cool as he answers.
Step 5: Become pleasantly surprised. Congratulate him on his race’s specific accomplishments. Excuse yourself to the breakroom to “get your head together”.
Step 6: Sip some Lemon Zinger tea and feel good about what you’ve accomplished regarding knowing and race. Things are looking up for you at this company and that scares the shit out of people!

Succinct Character: The Non-Traveling Salesman

Yawn...Morning Honey- feel like placing an order today?...
No? Alright, no pressure. Have a good day at work! Zzzzzzzzzz.

If Victoria’s “secret” is that she likes selling underwear,

then I’ve got news for Victoria: Secret’s out, BITCH!!!

Lets meet at the gazebo in the center of town for hot cocoa & to get kicked in the balls!

Dear neighbors,

It’s that time of year again! The cheer of the season is upon us, and it is once again time for the annual, Hot Cocoa and Getting Kicked in the Balls Social at the gazebo. Please bring a baked item (no nuts) and your unpadded genitalia (ladies' vaginas also welcome). Cocoa and earth shattering kicks in the balls will be provided. Awards will be given out for the most gingery cookies and for the most insane kick to the balls endured by an individual over 55.

Women don't faint anymore

They used to faint at the drop of a hat. But these days you've gotta really do your homework to make a woman faint.








In the 50's you could make a woman faint with just a frog.

"get a load a THIS!"

–ribbit-

"Ooooah!"
Swoon.
Faint.
"Zzzzz..."





DONE.

But today, to actually MAKE a woman FAINT, you'd have to like- pretty much- strangle her for a little while- which is as least twice as illegal as scaring her with a slimy frog.

SO THERE GOES MY SUMMER VACATION!!! AGAGAGOOOGEY!!!!!

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New Study: Fuck You

Chicago, IL
According to a new study carried out by the Brilling Institute in conjunction with Medicorp & Omnitech, fuck you.
Still, some skeptics doubt the accuracy of the findings, citing the fact that many of the scientists involved in the study were pieces of shit.

Dear Schenectady Teen Magazine,

First of all I love your magazine. It's the only magazine that really speaks to the kind of teen I am: one who lives in Schenectady, New York.
OK so, back to my questi: my sweet 16 party is scheduled for December 12th. But after checking the Dept of Public Works website, I noticed there is scheduled construction on State Rt 104 on that date. I'm worried because the party is taking place at the Gifted Dinner Roll, WHICH IS ON RT 104! Will the scheduled construction affect stuff?
Also, my dog needs a sex change operation. Is there a place that will do that for dogs in Sche Town?

Sincerely,
Teen With 2 Questions In Schenectady


Dear T.W.2.Q.I.S.
The construction scheduled for Rt 104 on the 12th should only slow traffic, not cut it off completely. There will still be one lane open. Kinda lame, I know, but whatevs. At least its not like what's been going on with Cyahuga Blvd! WTF!

In response to your other question, I don't believe Schenectady currently has a veterinary sex change hospital. Your best bet is Utica.

50's Style Anthropomorphic Animal-With-Musical-Ability Type Song

(spoken)
Step aside, Rockin Robin.
Move over, The Crocodile Rock.
Cuz there's a new boogie in town…
A one two three four!

(guitar intro 8 beats)

(sung)
Everybody in the zoo has got that feelin goin on!

(backup singers)
Musical animal! Musically gifted animal!

When the sun goes down they gunna really rock until the dawn!

(backup singers)
Musical animal! Musically gifted animal!

The zookeeper says "shush"
But then he faints
when he realizes the significance of what he's seein'
Musical animallllllll!

Hi, welcome to this conversation! Let me show you around.

This is the introduction…This is where we give our names and a brief synopsis of what we’re about.

And this is the part where I ask what school you attended. This was actually based on a design by Frank Lloyd Wright, where he asked someone what architecture school they attended………………That was the awkward pause…

Oh, now this part you’ll love. This is the part of the conversation where I pay you a compliment I don’t really mean. Nice eyebrows!

And finally here’s my favorite part of the conversation. The wrap up. This is where I like to have my morning coffee. Nice, huh? Yeah...
Well cool! It was nice meeting you!
Take care.

...But...wont that like...break it's jaw?

Oh well. You're the boss, sign.

Kiss the curb, Barkley.

STOMP!



Well...I was right.

Grandparents week-and-a-half continues with: LAP ENVY

Yeah, thats right. I have a 37" lap. Its not a big deal or nothin, but...heh heh...my grandkids aint complainin!


trust me...there's room.












Other grandparents be jealous of what i got but I'm just like, "Pfft! I don't give a shit! i didn't ASK to have this gigantic lap, BITCH!"

Some people take one look at my lap and they're like, "you, Mr Magillicuddy, are God's gift to lapsitters." Well let me tell ya...there's more to grandparenting than laps...but, once youve had a story read to you on a Cadillap...why would you ever go back, BITCH!?!

How to Relax When Screaming at your Grandparents

The day is finally here when you've decided to stop putting up with the bullshit of your grandparents and…surprise surprise, you're nervous!
BUT- you don't have to be bucause [sic] keep reading!

Step one: close your eyes. Don't get bogged down in greetings or kisses, you've got some screaming at them to do.

Step two: bend your knees, relax your hands then start screaming at both of your grandparents.

Step three: finish up your snarling, foaming-at-the-mouth verbal attack on your grandma. Count to three in your head. Eat a tablespoon of honey. Now tear apart your grandpa with your very loud angry words.

Step four: if you're still tense about screaming at those grandparents, try laying down on the ground or on a table. Guess what? They can still hear you shrieking at them, and its much more comfortable for you!

Look, no one said screaming at your grandparents was going to be easy. If it was, everybody would do it sometimes. But you made the decision no more bullshit. And for that you should be proud. And being proud is scientifically a type of relax. So CONGRAGULATIONS[sic]!

Also see: How To Relax When Punching

EXCLUSIVE NEWS HEADLINE: Maya Angelou Loses Bar Fight

Woodside, NY
Celebrated poet Maya Angelou is in stable condition after engaging in an epic 17-minute bar fight Monday evening. The brawl, which began at PJ McSwaggerty’s Bar/Pub moved out into the street, and ended in a grocery store, nearly a quarter mile away.

Witness, Stan Martin says Angelou “had been mouthing off all night. You could tell she was drunk & looking for trouble.”

Ms Angelou found the trouble she was looking for in the form of retired firefighter Frank “The Punching Expert” Voltagio.

Martin recalls, “Angelou, goes up to Frank and basically starts cursing him out. Calling him ‘a faggot’ and whatnot. Frank says to her, ‘why don’t you sit down before you hurt yourself?’ I guess that really pissed her off, cuz she popped him one! You could hear everyone in the bar suck wind, like as if to say ‘oh no, we’re about to see celebrated poet Maya Angelou get VERY badly beaten here’.”

As it turns out, the patrons were justified in their fears. Vultagio, using his superior size, strength, speed, fighting experience, and unusually jagged knuckle structure, quickly dominated the fight. However, witnesses say Angelou refused to give up easily.

“You ever see the movie Cool Hand Luke?” asks witness Gordon Marsh. “How Wayne Newton [sic] refuses to give up, even though he’s getting punched in the face A LOT? It was like that, only even crazier.”

The rumble soon moved out into the street. At this point Voltagio managed to grab the celebrated poet by her ankles. He swung her around to build momentum, then let go, sending her flying into the brick façade of a Food Emporium.

The fight continued, through the automated doors, into the deli section of the grocery store. There it ended, as quickly as it had begun, when, staggering to her feet after being knocked down yet again, Angelou’s legs finally gave out and she collapsed into a pile of celebrated poet.

“I aint never seen an old lady take that kind of punishment for that long,” Said deli worker and witness Sam Ammedi. “Now I know why the caged bird sings…cuz it’s got serious fuckin balls!”

“Where do I wanna have MY birthday party? SHUT UP TOWN!!!”

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After free play shut up, PIZZA is served by an authentic pizza chef who will tell everyone to shut up.

Forgot to bring your own cake? No problem. Shut Up Town has 3 flavors of cake to choose from. Our friendly shut up technicions will tell everyone to shut up, then sing "happy birthday" peppered with TONS of demands for everyone to SHUT UP!!!

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Go ahead and ignore us. We’ll keep telling everyone to shut up- GUARANTEED

PLEASE DO NOT MASTURBATE YOUR DOG ON MY LAWN!

Dear Neighbor,
I wish it wasn't necessary for me to post this sign, but apparently it is. Whoever has been masturbating their large-breed dog on my lawn PLEASE STOP! It is inconsiderate and it is KILLING my lawn!










I don't masturbate my iguanas on your property! In fact, I don't
masturbate my iguanas at all. Maybe you should consider not
masturbating your gigantic dog anymore- PERIOD.

Attention Foodies: Hi.

Hi fellow foodies. If you like food and know more about it than anyone else at the table, every time, then you might be a foodie. Just like me! Hi!!!

If you're NOT a foodie, let me explain what being a foodie is about. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I, as a foodie, am able to enjoy food in ways that if a non-foodie (our nickname for you people is "pieces of shit") were to experience, it would send him/her into a spiral of madness resulting in PERMANENT INSANITY. But to me, its just another day at a church.

Church?

That's right church. Rustic Italian food is my God. 3 bean soup with a dollop of homemade goat cheese is my St Jesus. Very good, medium priced wine is my The Three Wise Men. Betcha didn't know that about foodies. Perhaps you pieces of shits should stop assuming you know EVERYTHING so I can go back to talking loudly about how duck fat is the most baroque fat.

A very sarcastic "thanks",

Rudy The Foodie


PS: YEAH OBAMA!!!!! (non sarcastic)

History's Least Popular Presidential Campaign Slogans

"Change me, America!"
-Bernie Babyman Campaign

"TOGETHER, We Can Brutalize Poverty"
-Hillel Z. Magnumfuck Campaign

"A Live, Uncooked, Cackling Chicken in EVERY Lunchpale, for Some Reason"
-William Werver Campaign

"Helping America Shut The Fuck Up"
-Phillip Roosevelt Campaign

"Tippytapoo and Tyler Canoe TooTOO!"
-Wavy Davy Campaign

"PUT THAT (me) IN YOUR PIPE (voting booth) AND SMOKE (vote for) IT (me)!"
-Hubert Herver Campaign

"No!"
-Brennis Gordon Campaign

"In God we Thrust"
-Sexfuck W. Buttchrist Campaign

"I like Kike"
-Francis Kiker Campaign

"Vote for me and I will munch your box for a solid hour"
-Diego Ortega campaign

"Country First. Dealing With My Prostate Problems a DISTANT Second."
-Daniel Brashigan campaign

"I am Going To Kill Myself, GUARANTEED!"
-Paul Westerfield Campaign

Fun ways to make REM songs more Halloweeny

"This one goes out to the one I MURDERED!"







"What's the frequency, THE MUMMY?"





"I was just uh…gardening at night, officer. Wait- no! Don't open that garbage bag!" (blow cop's brains out. widen grave for extra body).









"Follow me, don't follow me. I've got my spine I've got my FRANKENSTEIN!"


"Bloody stabby people holding kniiiiiives..."

"How to Relax When Punching"

Someone recently reached this very website by googling the search term "how to relax when punching". They didn't stay long (under 1 second), which is probably because the answer to their question obviously didn't exist here…until now!


HOW TO RELAX WHEN PUNCHING

Step 1: Clear your head. Stop worrying about work. Forget about the kids. Right now, there's only this punch. Just you and the punch.

Step 2: Breath.

Step 3: As you wind up to punch, try picturing the person you're about to punch in their underwear! They look pretty silly don't they? Feel better? You're gunna do fine!

Step 4: Contact. This is the most crucial time of the punch in which to relax. I cannot stress this enough: CHILL OUT, otherwise you may mess up punching.

Step 5: Follow through. Congrats! The hard part is over with, though it is still important to remain relaxed. Try picturing the person you just punched in their underwear again. What a goof, huh?

Guess what? You're done! Punch complete. Don't you feel great? And hey, you didn't do half bad either! You stayed relaxed all through that punch and it showed! :)

The Adult who Argues with Children AND WINS.

-Are-are you done? Can I speak now? First of all, whales are mammals, and mammals don't 'lay eggs'. Secondly, I highly doubt this anomalous, egg laying, OCEANIC-mind you- oceanic whale managed to walk 75 miles from the nearest ocean beach and LAYED EGGS in the POND behind your house.

OK- stop- stop talking. Just stop talking. You are embarrassing yoursel - excuse me! Excuse me, I let you speak, now you let me sp-

Oh really?…And how am I "embawasing" MYself? Have I been ranting and raving like a lunatic? Have I been jumping and flapping my hands whenever I g-- excuse me sir, this is between me and your 6 year old daughter, thank you ver-Why am I waking up in a hospital bed? It seems like I just made a huge leap in time and place, pretty much instantaneously.

Ghost Report!

New weekly blog feature, where we investigate ghosts

This week, Ghost Report investigated a report of a ghost in an abandoned haunted house known as "Ghost House". In the early 20th century, Ghost House served as a haunted house for a ghost. Now abandoned, it is completely haunted WITH GHOSTS. An ironic end for a haunted house (Ghost House) if you ask me.

Summary:
Ghost house is a haunted house that is...h...y'know what? I didn’t go. You got me. I had a headache and a sore throat so I didn’t go.

Next Week's Ghost Report:
Y'know what? No more Ghost Report, huh? No More Ghost Report. Thats probably best. Scroll down for an apology













BOO!
jk omg

People who DESERVED it!

John F. Kennedy
Lacie Peterson
Nicole Brown Simpson
Ron Goldman


* "It", meaning justice. Not getting-murdered

Gourdon

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I figure I'll let you guys in on whats been going on. My gourd, Gourdon, was recently diagnosed with cancer. The first time I noticed something was wrong was when I first bought Gourdon and noticed he was covered in tumors.


I told myself it was nothing to worry about- that's just how gourds look, right?
Then a week later, there was blood in Gourdon's stool.
I took the day off work and brought him to the hospital.



After starting chemo, all of Gourdon's stem fell out. He's self conscious (Gourdon always was a ladies gourd) so I told him he looked just like Bruce Willis (but, lets be honest, he's more of a bald Edward James Olmos/F. Murray Abraham).











Last Sunday I woke up early to bring Gourdon to the Farmer's Market. He was cold to the touch. But that's normal for a gourd, so we went to the market and had a great time. Then the next morning I woke up early to take him in for radiation. This time he was mushy and rotten to the touch. He was gone.

You were a good friend Gourdon.
Whenever I see gourds, I'll think of you and smile.
And whenever I see cancer, I'll think of your cancer and frown.

Letter to My Favorte comedian

By Timmy Walsh
Ms Gurston's 3rd grade

Dear Mr Poundstone,
You are My favorit cmedian are a very funny man Paul Poundstone. I saw you on tv at my grandparent house when they let me stay up and watch tv. you have a very funny things to say about all kinds of things. Me and my older sister and even my granparents were laffing!

you wears business suite just like my dad. I wish my dad was funny like you tho! I bet you could beet up my dad. he has egsama AND sorayases. Will you marry my sister so you can be my big brother? her boyfrend died last yeer so don worry about him.

Your fan,

Timmy Walsh

PS: plees don't beet up my dad sir. Just a jok. Ok?

Exclusive News Headline: Dustin Diamond PARALYZED During Stunt to Save his Mazda

Madison, WI
As part of his latest guerrilla fund-drive, this time to save his beloved Mazda 626, Dustin Diamond attempted to jump "super" high in the air, from a standing position, several times.


The small crowd that gathered in St. Marion Park to witness the stunt was impressed when Mr. Diamond completed his first jump.


"He jumped pretty high. He could probably get rim on a basketball hoop, no problem" Said one man who wished to remain anonymous because he gave a fake joke name.
"But his second jump…something went wrong. I think he got paralyzed."

EMT's who were present for the stunt said Mr. Diamond attempted to loop his arms, under his raised legs, mid jump, in a sort of "human jump rope" maneuver. However, he was unable to complete the dangerous & complicated move in time, and the crowd watched in horror as Diamond fell to his paralysis.

"He landed on his neck…That sound…The only way I can describe it is
it sounded almost like a series of bones and nerves getting damaged," Said witness, Danny Aiello.

Diamond was declared paralyzed at a small ceremony surrounded by friends and family.


Related News Headlines
Billy Joel MURDERS Art Garfunkel

Pun-based improv group names for sale!

I write and sell punny improv group names. $20 a piece or highest
bidder (highest on drugs).

The Del Too Close For Comforts
Timprovothy Leary
M. Night Shyamalongformimprov
The Monoscentheists
Home Improvment
The Presidents of the United States of Ameriprov
Only The Good Diarrhea Youngpeopleloveimprov

(bargain bin)
The Pepto Bismarks
Miami Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Vice
The sword in the scone
The Marcia Gaye Improv-is-hard-ens

OP ED from the Archive, 1841:

America Is ADDICTED To Foreign Opium!
By Mitchell Jefferies Jr.

America runs on opium. Love it or hate it (I LOVE it), this is just a simple fact. From the carriages we drive to the mills we operate, everywhere is a good location in which to smoke opium.

However, reliance on foreign opium has left us vulnerable to the whims of the orient. And if you’ve ever tried not constantly smoking opium, you know how every inch of your being throbs with malaise. Simply switching to hashish or pilfering the children’s morning brandy is obviously not an option. So what are these United States of this America to do?

I propose a pragmatic 3-step plan: First, we burn the Irish. Then to take their place, we import Chinapeople. Once the Chinapeople enter their winter hibernation, we simply massage their opium glands, harvesting their precious byproduct. It’s like killing two million passenger pigeons with one stone (which, by the way, everyone should try at least once. Highly killable birds. Highly killable).

1841-ly Yours,

Mitchell Jefferies Jr.

OPINIONS: None of Yo Business!

By Scrimpscrimp Barlayjanay

Dear The Editor,

Ok first off, I been drinking Bombay Sapphire ALL DAY, so you need to CHANGE YO DISPOSITION. Understand? Secondly it aint none of yo business what I be do. And this is why I writing to you today.

People be asking me, “Scrimpscrimp, why you be do that?” and I be tryin to tell them, “None of yo business!” but they don’t even want to hear it. This is an issue of the community!

Now some people be getting at my fambly. They say, “all you Barlayjanays be drinkin Bombay Sapphire all day. That aint no way t’make the day.”
Now when it comes down to things, is that any of anybody’s business? I beg to disagree.

Dear The Editor yours,

Scrimpscrimp Barlayjanay
The None-of-yo-business KING of America, BITCH!

Hey Vermont, enough with the maple syrup already!

We get it, alright? We fucking get it.
Let's have a look at the FACTS about Vermont:


FACT: Fall color is 100% BULLSHIT
FACT: Vermont was NOT one of the original 13 colonies.
FACT: Vermont has yet to outlaw wasting food.
FACT: Vermont leads the nation in hayride deaths.
FACT: Vermont remains “The Green Mountain State” despite their shrill insistence to the contrary.
FACT: Vermont’s capitol city is one of America’s most evil capitol cities.
FACT: Cannibalism was commonplace on the island of New Guinea in the early 19th century and Vermont is ALSO terrible.

Improvised Prank Phone Call

I just completed a level 601 prank telephoning class at the Chi Chi Ramirez School of Improv Gigglers. Here’s the transcript of my thesis prank on an unsuspecting sucker:

SUCKER: Hello?
ME: Hi, how are you?
SUCKER: I’m OK, who’s this?
ME: It’s uh…what’s it called…
SUCKER: Sorry?
ME: What?
SUCKER: I said, “sorry?”
ME: Um…for what?
SUCKER: …Who is calling please?
ME: Oh right! It’s uh, what’s it called? It’s this guy-It’s this nebbish calling.
SUCKER: Who?
ME: Y’know, this nebbishy…or y’know what? Scratch that. I’m this Middle Eastern taxi fellow…but my name is like, an American one! Haha?
SUCKER: I…don’t understand.
ME: You- hmm………………….I’ll call you back later.
SUCKER: OK.

(5 minutes later)

SUCKER: Hello?
ME: Stanley, my name is Stanley….
SUCKER: (silent)
ME: But I’m like, Arabian.
SUCKER: (soft breathing)
ME: Ahahaha, gotcha! You’ve been prank telephoned, asshole.
SUCKER: OK. Is that it?
ME: Mmm, yeah that’s- oh wait! I almost forgot, I’m gunna kidnap your children!
SUCKER: What?!
ME: Yeah, I’m gunna kidnap your children, Clarissa and Brian, right? I’m gunna kidnap them.
SUCKER: That’s not funny. Kidnapping isn’t funny.
ME: …What about a whoopee cushion just for queefs? Is that funny?
SUCKER: I dunno. A little.
ME: OK, so we’ll go with that instead.
SUCKER: Leave my children alone.
ME: Yessir. Take care now.

Recession-Proof Investments

Rope. People will always need to kill themselves.







Tyler Perry. When America hits on hard times, we turn to the comfort of terrible movies. It’s as American as apple pie flavored Vitamin Water chips.










The polar bear funeral industry is BOOMING. Look for exponential growth.




















Cutups. Look for cutups and wiseacres to make huge strides in the depressing days ahead. Their joke-comments and laugh-riddles will be in extra high demand.

My Prize Winning Heirloom Tomatoes

"The Beflummoxed Southern Colonel"

My BSC's came in early this year, which is something we in the tomato world call "knapsacking" or "halfshafting".





"Grand Ol' Stinker"













To the untrained eye, this 'mato would appear bruised & rotten. But we Tomaniacs know better.





"The Arkansas Beefmeat"

Looks like your average tomato, but tastes like 100 dollars!









"The Hiding Jew"












"Delaware Lymph Node"











"The Salad Shadow"


Some of my best tomatoes are black.











"Shemp's Delight"

Now THIS is a fun tomato!










"Hedgeman's False Potato Tomato"


Truly a tomato in potato's clothing. This is my second favorite tomato for tricking people with!






"Oregon Exploder"

...and this is my first favorite!

Whispering Man Takes Too Long Getting to Point.

Gleesborough, OH
Saturday
A Gleesborough man, whispering some confidential information into a friend’s ear, took too much time getting to the point, causing the friend to become uncomfortable. Transcript below:

(whisperer leans in close to victim’s ear)
“Hey, holy crap! That’s uh….whats it called…(9 second pause)…uhhbuhbuhbuh…whats it called?…pshewwwwww….oh man, whachamacallit….(35 second breathy pause).”

Despite the victim's attempts to lean away, the whisperer managed to maintain the level of mouth to ear proximity for almost 2 minutes.

EMTs were called to the scene but they were unable to revive the victim, who later died and is now paralyzed. The whisperer is being held without bail because he wasnt arrested...HE WAS KIDNAPPED!

If I had an office, I’d throw people out of it like so:

1. Get the Christ out of my office ya doodlebug!

2. GASP! You’ll ruin your dinner!!! Out-out-out!

3. No shit Sherlock. Now GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE SHERLOCK!

4. Time’s up bitch! Now get out, otherwise…PAINTBALLS!!! (begin firing paintballs gun)

5. Let me stop you right there and tell you to leave now.

6. (thunderous belch while pointing way out door)

7. I’m gunna write a number on a piece of paper and you tell me what you think, OK? (Write “get the fuck out of my office-hundered”)