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Volume 33, Issue 1:
The HEURISTIC! Squelch

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Six marines in North Carolina have been indicted with the charge of trafficking military weapons and just generally “acting irresponsible,” according to a Marine official. “We just don’t see where we went wrong,” he told the Squelch. “I trained those boys personally.” The Squelch cautiously suggested that maybe government-sponsored training of 18 year olds to kill people was to blame. “That doesn’t explain why they’re fags,” he replied. “That’s true,” admitted the Squelch.

My Dream, or Death of a Vocalist

I had the dream again. Not the pounded yam dream; the other one. In the dream I a member of the Men’s Octet. I am good looking, funny, and the highlight of campus life from 1:00-2:00 once a week. Everyone likes me, and zany things happen every time I perform. I usually end up getting wet.

I get waves of energy from the crowd. I can tell they like me best, even though the “Help Me Rhonda” guy thinks he’s the shit. Then all of a sudden I’m one of the twins. We’re all triplets! And everyone still likes me best ’cause I’m the cutest. And if you think we all look the same, well fuck you. When we sing Beach Boys songs they even let me be the guy who surfs. Then I find myself soloing. I make eye contact with a girl in the crowd and pretend to like her. I know she likes me back, because I’m talented, and I’m funny. And then something zany happened! I forget what, but man is it zany. All I know is, I’m happy. God Bless America! The American Dream is mine.

As we break off into “Take is to the Limit” I realize I’m now a Golden Overtone. I’m not used to being a girl and I can’t help touching myself. I really look good in a skirt. I’m still wet though. Now the “Help Me Rhonda” guy is giving me the eye. I’m blushing. I feel like a little girl! Wait a minute, that’s what I am. I must run to the village to fetch milk for Grandpapa. God Bless Sweden! God Bless America, too!

Then I find myself again, but in class. I’m still wet for some goddam reason. I fail my midterm, but that’s not important. “Wait until next Wednesday,” I tell myself: people will like you … as I wake up amidst my own filth on my physics problem set I realize who I am, and that I didn’t mean all that “God Bless America” shit anyway.

Bad, Bad Frat Boy Brown

Sort of sung to the tune of Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

The following is not directed towards any particular fraternity (Sig-Ep). Frat Boy Brown depicts a certain type of person who is usually a member of some fraternity (Sig-Ep). I’ve encountered this type of person many a Thursday and Friday night and I am eager to share my experiences. (This is about Sig-Ep.)

Two hundred pounds of beer drinkin’ lard,
and high school muscle that’s no longer hard
Don’t play that game…
You know his name…
It’s Bad, Bad Frat Boy Brown

Looking for some action
No Sorority satisfaction
So what does he do
When he’s got the white trash blues
But go down town
And drink a few rounds

That bad old Frat boy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Feeling stronger than a jacked up mule,
Full of his Natural Ice fuel,

He then walks the street,
Looking for some beef,
Good ol’ Frat Boy Brown,
Boy he’ll take you down

Clear the way,
Woman and children inside,
Because he’s had a bad day,
And he’s showin’ off that liquid pride.

You look twice at his bruisin’ scowl,
And then “What’d you say bitch? Let’s go right now!”
Once this happens, innocent friend,
It’s either black-belt Ninjitsu time, or simply the end,

Because he and his brothers,
He’ll fight like you done cursed their mothers
And you won’t make it home,
Without a sore ass and some broken bones.
That bad ol’ frat boy Brown

But if you think you can take,
The king of fake, and his merry men
Fight good and hard and to the end,
Take him down and take off his Frat boy Crown!

Psychic Big Game Predictions

So I hear a bunch of you cheapshits refuse to shell out the dough to see the Big Game this year. Maybe you don’t want to watch huge fleshy men in spandex pile on top of each other. No one said you had to watch the Stanford cheerleaders the entire time. But since you’ve decided not to go, I, the Heuristic Squelch’s resident psychic, have compiled what will be the highlights from the Big Game. “Psychic highlights?” you ask? Well, this ain’t the Daily Cal, Chester, but it’s probably a lot more accurate.

Pre-Game festivities will have spirits high, as the Mic-Man promises everyone that he won’t speak.

Berkeley will benefit on the first drive of the game from a twenty-yard penalty against Stanford, when a Stanford linebacker is found dry-humping receiver Bobby Shaw on the bottom of a dogpile. “He looked just like my girlfriend here, except better with the helmet on,” he’ll apologize afterwards.

The Cardinal shall be penalized for holding during a critical play. One irate Stanford cheerleader will be forcibly removed from the stadium after throwing her jockstrap at the referee.

In order to show school spirit, members of the sorority Kappa Kappa Gamma pledge to give free blowjobs to any fans wearing blue or gold during halftime. “We’re really out here to show our appreciation for the Bears!” gushes one enthusiastic girl. “Plus, we really like to give blowjobs,” confides another.

The Stanford Band will play splendidly during halftime, despite the loss of their key kazoo player to the flu.

The Cal Band will make a touching tribute to Berkeley’s mascot, forming the word “OSKI” on the field. They will perform such songs as Elvis Presley’s “Teddy Bear”, “Winnie the Pooh”, and “Hey, You Look Just Like A Constipated Old Man.”

Berkeley’s Tank Smith will score the lone touchdown for the Bears on a lucky break, when the entire Stanford defensive line drops dead of massive brain embolisms.

A Cal linebacker will be suspended from the game for tackling a Stanford cheerleader on the sideline, apparently mistaking her for a “really fuckin’ big player. Man, all I saw was that gigantic red ass in red spandex, so I just went for it.”

Hide N’ Go Shower

Following the capture and military-style execution of a vagrant found showering in a Harvard University dormitory, dormitory bathrooms are now key-locked and require thumb and voice print verification for entry. Asked about the excessive costs necessary to install such a system, Shower Inspector Emeritus Bill Plunker stated “Hey, water doesn’t grow on trees you know.” Dumbfounded students merely walked away.

Ode to Stanfurd

There once was a student
Who went to ‘The Farm,’
A grievous decision
That caused him great harm.
In high school, you see,
This student was fine
‘Till goin to Stanford
Verschnickered his mind.
The first day of school
He met Buffy and Tad
And Mitchell and Muffy-
They didn-A|t seem bad.
Things looked just rosy;
Would the student forget
that going to Stanfurd
Put his family in debt?
But all was not kosher
No, not one bit,
That bright glossy coating
Hid big piles of shit. (Phew!!)
You see, Tad was a racist-
Liked closing the borders.
And sweet little Muffy
Had six eating disorders.
Mitch liked to date-rape.
And Buffy – quite a whore!
Fred Savage just wasn-A|t
Kevin Arnold anymore.
‘Leave me alone!’ He’d cry
Out loud in his sleep
While his suitemates continued
To rape chickens and sheep.
His spirits had sunk
His will to succeed had died,
But he couldn’t flunk out
Not e’en when he tried.
‘Perhaps there’ll be solace
In football,’ thought he
Until he found out
That their mascot’s a tree.
He thought she could help
So he went out and sought her
Yes, you just guessed it:
The President’s daughter!
He thought she would help him
If he screwed her blue.
But her bodyguard fired
His point Twenty-Two.
Our hero, distraught
Devised one last plan
He-A|d defect to BERKELEY
With The AXE in his hand!!!
When he got to CAL,
The joke was on him, though,
Cal took the axe, stole all his money, and left him in People-A|s Park bound naked to a chair…-oh.

Why Is That Guy Licking His Shoulder?

Berkeley has a well deserved reputation for being a city of lunatics. Hell, Telegraph is one of the only streets in the world where you can see two naked women performing an impromptu didgeridoo concert. While I’ll admit that there are a lot of people walking the streets of Berkeley that are loonier than a monkey in a pontoon boat, the real crazies of Berkeley can be found in the classroom. That guy sitting next to you gnawing on his wrist just got five points higher than you on the last midterm. What follows is a brief discussion of some of the psychological anomalies that I noticed when I should have been paying attention in class.

Let’s call my first subject the Sniffer. The Sniffer would be completely normal if it wasn’t for the fact that she compulsively sniffs her fingertips for the entire lecture we share. The Sniffer will rub her fingertips on her face or behind her ears and then intensely sniff them as though she has discovered some hidden treasure. Although I have no proof of this, I am pretty sure that her skin produces a rare spice that gives her incredible mental abilities when inhaled. Unfortunately, the Sniffer has noticed my observations. Lately she has been deliberately sitting out of my sight during class.

Our other maniac has decided that the class’s desk reserved for handicap students is his personal space. He rules over his territory like a silver-back gorilla. He sits elevated above the rest of the class and everything is calm unless his area is breached. One day he arrived late to class and saw that someone had invaded his territory. After bearing his teeth and beating his chest, he proceeded to crush her skull and eat her pancreas. She was never seen again (or I just can’t remember what she looks like). I suspect that as the semester continues, he will continue to make the handicap area his own by adding a refrigerator and taking his pick of the class’s females.

By now you are probably asking yourself, why aren’t more midgets getting lead roles in action movies? You are probably also wondering why I have the right to say that any of these people are crazy. Hell, I’ve never even taken a Psych class. I’m not normal enough to judge anybody else, but at least I know who to steer clear of.

Some other wack-jobs you might want to look out for in your classes are Smelly Potato Man, Gus the Glowing Guy, Sideways Dave, Lucy with a Lumpy Face, and anyone in a science class (especially my roommates). If you have any concerns or comments regarding my diagnoses, I am the guy in your class wearing the Aquaman costume doing my best Billie Holiday impression.