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Volume 33, Issue 1:
The HEURISTIC! Squelch

NFL Team Responds to “Heap Big Criticism

Bowing to criticism from Native American advocates, the NFL’s Kansas City Chiefs have announced that they will be changing their name. “For too long we have shamelessly exploited the Native American and his tradition,” said teamspokesman Martin London, “and for that we’re really, really sorry.” At a special press conference earlier this week, the team unveiled their new moniker: the Kansas City Dirty Rotten Jew Bastards. The change also includes the name of the stadium; previously known as Arrowhead Stadium, Kansas City will be playing next year’s home games in Bath Shalom Stadium.

“We’re very excited about our new identity,” said coach Gunther Cunningham. “Kansas City has a long history of being jew territory, since that hebe Moses.” Quarterback Elvis Grbac reacted favorably “I’m proud to be a Jew Bastard, and a Dirty one at that.” In a related story, the National High School Athletic Commission has declared that, to avoid controversy stemming from racist school mascots, all high school teams will now be called the Wildcats. The move is expected to only affect four schools nationwide.

Dozen Doesn’t Do It

Every day, millions of donut shops, flower boutiques and other purveyors of goods sold in multiples of twelve are plagued with a crippling linguistic inefficiency, tacking on countless wasted seconds to daily transactions. This squandering of time and energy is rooted in America’s misguided use of the word “dozen” in place of “twelve.” Not only does this foolhardy verbal foible decrease the productivity of our commercial free enterprise system, but this very same problem is slowly but surely turning Americans into Japanese.

The Donut Shop will serve as a suitable microcosm for an illustration of the Dozen Problem in all its sinister glory. When a person asks for “a dozen donuts” instead of “twelve donuts,” he adds two useless syllables to his request. Even worse, whe the order is “half a dozen donuts,” three whole superfluous syllables appear when compared to the more desirable “six donuts.” “A dozen and a half” further exacerbates the problem, adding four extra syllables to “eighteen donuts.” And so on. If people would just use plain numbers instead of these ridiculous verbal acrobatics, donut shops would get through a bloody great deal more customers, make more money, and increase the gross national product by a considerable amount.

What does all this have to do with the Japanese? To answer this, let’s deconstruct the word dozen.” “Dozen” is actually “Do Zen,” as in Zen Buddhism, a barbarian religion of the infidel Japanese. Thus every time unsuspecting Americans spout the word “dozen” at each other, they are subliminally prostelytizing against the true religion of the One God Jesus Christ by telling people to “Do Zen.” Blasphemy! This subconsciously implanted desire to be Japanese is reinforced by the very products to which the word “dozen” is attached: the unavoidably toroidal donuts serve as everpresent reminders of our tragically round eyes.

Still not convinced? Answer me this. Christianity, the White Man’s religion, offers several opportunities for the word “dozen” to infiltrate it, and yet the word never has. When has anyone spoken of the “Dozen Apostles,” the “Dozen Days of Christmas,” the “Half a Dozen Days it took God to create the Earth,” or the “Half a Dozen Plus One Deadly Sins”? Never! Our God has remained vigilant against the sinister implications of “dozen,” and with good reason. Consider this: if we take the most conspicuous letter in the word “dozen,” that being the letter z, and divide its numerical equivalent, that being 26, in half, we get 13. Replacing z with the 13th letter, that being m, we get “domen,” which is an obvious anagram of “demon,” as in the satanic agents of evil and the Yellow Demons who are dedicated to subverting our Americanness with their damn fool religion and shoddy animation.

Now that I’m sure to have convinced you all, I’ll offer you a solution to the Dozen Problem that doesn’t involve nuclear bombs. Instead of saying “dozen,” simply say “twelve.” And instead of saying “dozens,” say “scores.” “Score” is of the same order of magnitude as “dozen,” and it’s also used in the Bible. Be not Japanese, my pink-skinned round-eyed brothers, and I think we can do without the Hindu as well.

Daily Californian Lets Loose

The Daily Californian took a shit on sophomore Davey Tenitt yesterday afternoon around 4:30. Though the paper has been metaphorically crapping on students for many years this abrupt shift to literal defacation left bystanders stunned. The victim was unable to comment except for, “Oh, pooey.”

According to witnesses, as an unsuspecting Tenitt picked up the paper and began reading Ryan Sim’s worthless column on eco-shame, the Daily Cal droppped its kilt, awkwardly squatted, and laid a steaming dump onto Tenitt’s apparently new No Fear TM t-shirt. The power from the blast of feces reportedly knocked him backwards about 6 feet where he fell over a bench and ended up, according to witnesses, “on his ass in a giant heap of shit.”

When asked about her surprise bowel movement, Daily Cal responded, “I’ve been constipated for years, holding all this shit inside me day after day after day. Eventually, it had to come out.” The ass-marinated T-shirt commented, “If yer not living on the edge 2 tha’ extreme, then go home and snuggle with mommy.”

Top Ten Pornographic Summer Movies

  1. Coyote Ugly But I Still Want to Have Sex With It
  2. Titan Double D
  3. Small Time Cocks
  4. Rocky and Bullwinkle’s Adven-tures In Japanese Anime
  5. The Perfect Storm of Cum When I Come in You, Baby, and My Cum Makes Forty-Foot Waves of Cum
  6. Done in 60 Seconds
  7. Looser
  8. Glad-He-Ate-Her
  9. Bring It On the Small of My Back and Lick It Off
  10. What Lies Beneath My Foreskin

Top Ten Ways Not to Answer the Question “Have Your Bags Been Left Unattended at any Time Since Entering the Airport?”

  1. “I’m sorry, could you say again? It’s very difficult to concen-trate
    while I’m busy not watching
    my bags.”
  2. “Have yours, motherfucker?”
  3. “You’re just an unathletic Filipino
    working for minimum wage – are you gonna do about it?”
  4. “I’m not smuggling any sex slaves,
    if that’s what you mean.”
  5. “This is because I’m black, it?” (and you’re not even black)
  6. “What are you saying, that I’m bad parent?”
  7. “Don’t be silly. You can’t leave
    them alone at that age, or they’ll
    poop all over everything.”
  8. “Are you kidding!? With all the plu-tonium
    I’ve got in there?”
  9. “No, that nice Iraqi fellow offered
    to keep an eye on them for me.”
  10. “Yeah, but the triggering mecha-nism
    is so sensitive, I’d know someone touched it.”

Top Ten Boringest Things in the World

  1. Barley after blowjob
  2. Blowjob after sex
  3. Subtitles on foreign porno
  4. ‘Walden’ by Henry David Thoreau
  5. A roller coaster, if you’re dead
  6. Twins
  7. Barley
  8. Any Simpsons episode revolving around Lisa
  9. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police
  10. Empty cargo pockets

Top Ten Reasons Your Penis Hang to the Left

  1. They can’t both hang right
  2. Futile attempt to point out your
    shoe lace is untied
  3. Your tendency to use it has a kick
    stand while lying down
  4. It’s signaling to change lanes
  5. The right-hand rule
  6. Sympathy for lumpen proletariat
  7. Signals preference for counter-clockwise
    circle jerk
  8. Larger and more domineering
    right testicle
  9. Lunar gravitational pull
  10. Your girlfriend’s vagina hangs
    right

Top Ten Reasons Your Penis Hangs to the Left

  1. They can’t _ both _ hang right
  2. Futile attempt to point out that your shoelace is untied
  3. Your tendency to use it as a kickstand while lying down
  4. It’s signaling to change lanes
  5. The right-hand rule
  6. Sympathy for lumpen proletariat
  7. Signals preference for counter-clockwise circle jerk
  8. Larger and more domineering right testicle
  9. Lunar gravitational pull
  10. Your girlfriend’s vagina hangs right

Top Ten Other Reasons To Pour Some Sugar On Me

  1. It dulls the pain of cutting off your
    own arm
  2. Because I’m D.C. food and I taste
    like fucking shit
  3. Molasses isn’t of the maximum
    radicalness
  4. It isn’t really “sugar”, it’s co-caine…
    and you aren’t “pouring”
    it “on me” , you’re siphoning into my nostril
  5. I am diabetic (and you are evil)
  6. My given name is Ray Leonard
  7. Instead of C&H you accidentally
    purchased the coarsely granu-lated,
    frankly inferior sugar Central Mexico, and you have do something with it
  8. You can’t pour Sweet and Low
    “in the name of love”
  9. I just happen to be inside the gas
    tank of a car of someone you hate
  10. I am made of normal water, and
    aspire to become delicious sugar
    water