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The HEURISTIC! Squelch

Protesters Plan Tree-Sitter Sit

In an effort to challenge the University’s strict response to tree-sitters, protesters have recently announced plans to start a tree-sitter sit.

“First the University wanted to remove trees, so we had to protest by sitting in trees. Now the University wants to remove tree-sitters, so we have to protest by sitting on the tree-sitters already in the trees. It’s the next logical progression,” said Save The Oaks organizer Robert Larson, struggling to balance atop a fat man.

“We are doing everything we can to ensure the safety of these stupid, stupid protestors,” stated Chancellor Robert Birgeneau. He then sighed and quit his job.

Legal expert Sheila Maloney offered an analysis of the change in tactics. “According to this poli sci course that I am currently taking, the University only owns the trees. It doesn’t own the tree-sitters in those trees. As long as the tree-sitter sitters only sit on tree-sitters, there doesn’t appear to be anything the University can do.”

“Trees trees trees,” she added.

Cosmo-Whore’s Whor-o-Scopes

Aries (3/21-4/20)

Single?   Cautious Saturn says that your landlord is likely to finally call the police on you, so now might be a good time to steal all the copper wire and flee the county. 

Hooking? _  _Remember to keep your composure when a phone call from your biological father reminds you of the time he made you have sex with his boss.

 

 

 

Taurus (4/21-5/21)

Single?   The stars remind you to keep on your toes this month.  When your friends and family track you down to stage an intervention, make sure you’re in an uninterruptible heroin coma. 

Hooking?   Venus in your house all week means that Big Jimmy must have kicked her out again.

Gemini (5/22-6/23)

Single?   This is a good month to turn over a new leaf.  Throw away that old pipe and fashion yourself a new one out of an old light bulb. 

Hooking?   A series of police sting operations will provide you with an excellent opportunity to ask for a promotion.

 

 

**C**** ancer (6/24-7/22) **

Single?   You’ve been working too hard lately.  The free clinic can you help you unwind after a week of stressful needle drugs. 

Hooking?  Rowdy Jupiter in the third house suggests you might want to watch out for eye infections this month.

 

 


Leo (7/23-8/22)

Single?   Don’t rush things with that boy you’ve had your eye on.  Wait a couple weeks before introducing him to your child with fetal alcohol syndrome. 

Hooking**** ?  This week will test your courage when a john wants to shit in your mouth.  Trust your instincts.

 

 

Virgo (8/23-9/22)

Single?   You will be conflicted as to the level of relief you will feel when you learn that the burning sensation you thought was gonorrhea is actually an old cigarette burn. 

Hooking?   Chaos in your astral alignment would normally suggest that you should consider a career change, but it should be clear by now that you can’t and that you’re trapped in this life forever, ha ha ha.

 

 

Libra (9/23-10/23)

Single**** ?  Tread lightly with your relationships this week.  Tensions will flare when you realize that a friend has been stealing your penicillin. 

Hooking?   Take a break from all the hustle and bustle!  Organize a girl’s night in watching Pretty Woman and sobbing.

 

 

Scorpio (10/24-11/21)

Single?   This week, remember:  emotional scars don’t heal, but neither do burns you get from nodding off while freebasing. 

Hooking? _  _The stars offer this hot tip: occasionally look him in the eye while going down on him; he’ll be guilted into tipping you more.

 

 

**Sagittarius (11/22-12/21)
**

Single?  Be prepared for a surprise this week when a lover from the past comes back to haunt you in the form of hepatitis. 

Hooking?   Mars colliding with Saturn this month will be a lot less painful than the butt of Devón’s pistol after he catches you stealing his blow.

 

 

Capricorn (12/22-1/19)

Single?   Be sure to tell your family about your imminent TV stardom, but make sure to warn them that the first half hour of _Maury _can be pretty slow. 

Hooking?   The stars say this month might be a good time to induce a miscarriage.  On a budget?  Falling down a flight of stairs offers a cheap alternative to conventional Western medicine, such as running your car into a tree or being punched in a bar fight.

 

 

Aquarius (1/20-2/18)

Single?   The perfect man is just around the corner.  Specifically, he’s in the alleyway behind the methadone clinic vomiting black. 

Hooking?   You’ll soon reconsider your friend’s kind gesture when you realize the blind date she’s set you up with is her virgin brother with autism.

 

 

Pisces (2/19-3/20)

Single?   This is a week for serendipity.  Ask one of your friends that has a GED what serendipity is. 

Hooking?   Treat yourself this weekend by stocking up on makeup for the spring season bruises.

Pokemon: Morally Grey

For all you trainers who have conquered Pokémon: Emerald Green _and _Pokémon: Ruby Red, a brand new challenge has arrived: Pokémon: Morally Grey ! Journey to where no Pokémon trainer has ventured before: the world of underground dog fighting!

Fizzlypoof is a malnourished-Rottweiler-type Pokémon. You can tell Fizzlypoof’s attack power by counting the number of unbroken ribs visible through its emaciated frame! Charge up Fizzlypoof’s attacks by keeping him “housed” in the fenced-off front lawn of his inner-city “pokéball” without “pokéfood.”

Dweedle is a maladjusted-pit-bull-type Pokémon. Be sure to train your Dweedle from an early age to be enraged by large crowds, other dogs, cars, people with sticks in their hand, people without sticks in their hand, and sounds.

Raybee is a special foamy-mouthtype Pokémon, who, after too many impromptu battles with neighborhood children, will evolve into Sleepee, a Pokémon wielding a special syringe in his neck.

Charmikin is technically a wildly deformed pig, though it passes for a fugly-dog-type Pokémon. While lazy, stubborn, and severely limited in brain function, this Pokémon shines when down-on-their-luck trainers are forced to roast their most delicious Pokémon for sustenance.

Olliwag is a three-legtype Pokémon who is part German Shepherd, part wolf, and part cancer. What this tripedal trooper lacks in balance, lifeexpectancy, and number of legs, it makes up for with its spirit, tenacity, and wait… no…Olliwag is dead.

Words From the Top

A Little Bit of Legal Trouble

My last semester at Cal roughly resembles an Isaac Asimov short story in which an intrepid interstellar explorer lands on a mysterious and seemingly deserted ice planet, only to discover that the University of California at Berkeley has expelled him for misconduct. For those of you who don’t read or are idiots, I’ll dispense with the metaphorical bullshit: this means that I am in trouble for illegal acts that I have allegedly done. I say “allegedly” because the police have no evidence that those Molotov cocktails I tossed over my shoulder weren’t in self-defense. Also, they have no proof that Chancellor Birgeneau’s Mercedes wasn’t stolen by an elite criminal organization, who had deviously framed me by planting my fingerprints, blood, hair, sweat, dead skin cells, and semen all over the front seat.

 

And now, I’m on the lam. I’m hiding in an undisclosed Latin American country and waiting for things to blow over before I return to finish my bachelor’s degree under an assumed identity. It’s a perfect plan: no one will suspect Friedrich, the mild-mannered German exchange student who is majoring in Legal Studies, enjoys rugby, and speaks fluent Spanish for some reason.

 

But I must admit I worry sometimes. When I wake up every morning I  fear that I may be seized the long arm of UCPD, with its unchecked powers of sending mass emails about crime and yelling at students on bikes. So don’t think I’m on easy street: my paranoia knows no bounds. Even sunlight scares me: I put iron shutters on the windows and then painted those shudders black while thinking very hard about eclipses.

 

I guess I’m telling you all this because I want to say this: enjoy your college years while you can, and live without regrets. My dad used to say that people who have regrets are like people who don’t rob Chancellor Birgeneau: they’re not my son.

Tree Huggers Don’t Bag It, Millions Perish

According to a joint statement issued by the USDA Forest Service and the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, a new virus called Sudden Oak Death is on the rise in the human community. The disease, originating from Western Oak trees, has been traced to the University of California, Berkeley, where a group of tree-sitters on the campus are believed to have first contracted and passed the disease to humans.

UCPD officer Thomas Laferty was at the scene when the plague claimed its first victim. “Officer [Gerald] Kincaid and I were just about ready to give up on removing Fresh from his tree. We had tried every tactic in the book, from leaning leisurely against the barricade to smoking while talking about our wives. All of a sudden, we looked up from a particularly heated game of hopscotch to find that Fresh had dropped out of the tree like an overripe coconut. EMTs came, and the next thing you know, the doctors are calling it Sudden Oak Death.”

The rapidly spreading disease is characterized by boils on the arms and inner thighs, inflammation of lymph nodes, and sudden death. At-risk groups include lumberjacks, energetic young children, and members of Greenpeace, which led some members of the environmental movement to suggest that SOD is a government-engineered weapon designed to eliminate the environmental movement; this allegation, in turn, led others to suggest that the environmental movement shut the fuck up. The president of Greenpeace was unavailable for comment, as he is currently seeking treatment for a scorching case of Dutch Elm Disease.

In-N-Out’s Secret Secret Menu

Many know about In’n’Out’s “Secret Menu,” which includes popular but not officially announced delicacies such as Protein Burgers and Animal Style fries. But only a select few members of a highly selective selection committee know about In’N’Out’s Secret Secret Menu. These burgers are so secret, even the FDA won’t approve them.

Name: Sushi Burger

Description: This uncooked delicacy owes its rich taste to the retention of the animal’s juices. This is how they eat a burger in Japan, where it is tradition to die after eating burgers.

Ingredients: Chuck ground plus bun minus warmth

Calories: 425 (burger), 30 (E. Coli)

Goes Well With: Clawing at your own stomach, groaning

 

Name: Real Protein Burger

Description: The meal of choice for aspiring triple bypass patients. This burger caters to the carb-conscious by eliminating starchy buns and healthily replacing them with silly Atikins diet bullshit. Those looking for a little more adventure can get the Real Protein Cheeseburger, which replaces the slice of cheese with another patty.

Ingredients: Three burgers, genius.

Calories: 8003

Goes Well With: Health insurance.

 

Name: Animal Style Milkshake

Description: A scrumptious six-pound concoction of milk, chocolate ice cream, and Thousand Island dressing. This was adopted by In-N-Out after it tested well with focus group members, who participated in a carefully designed double-blind test and were baked.

Ingredients: Ice cream, milk, grilled onions, Thousand Island dressing, crumbled-up Funyuns purchased at a nearby convenience store

Calories: Imagine, like, the biggest number in the world

Goes Well With: Staring into space and giggling

 

Name: Fat Shakespeare

Description: Designed for the well-read fast food connoisseur, this salubrious sandwich is inspired by the Shakespearean sonnet. No one gets this burger except English majors.

Ingredients: Four patties, four onions, four tomatoes, a couplet of cheese.

Calories: A fort-calorie.

Goes Well With: The smaller, more accessible Cliff’s Notes Burger.

 

Name: The Oeuvre

Description: “Waste not, want not, “ is the guiding principle behind this burger, which contains things that most homeless people would waste. Compiled from ingredients of every menu item In and Out has to offer, the Oeuvre is over 30 cubic feet of fixin’s served in a trash bag, with complementary trowel.

Ingredients: All.

Calories: One hundred kabillion.

Goes Well With: Mayonnaise.

 

Name: Fries “Mineral” Style

Description: The fossilized remains of uneaten Upper Pleistocene fries, getting your fries done “Mineral” style requires 2.8 million years advanced notice and favorable sedimentary conditions.

Ingredients: Fries, the cold stroke of time unyielding.

Calories: 9 Kj when used as fuel for trains.

Goes Well With: 10,000 BC Merlot.

Congratulations! You’ve just had sex with me.

Annnnnnd there.

Wow. I…was…amazing. Did you see me? I was like the champagne of sex-having. I got all up in there. I built a house in there. I joined the PTA in there. That is my home. Your snatch is my home.

So, was it as good for me as it obviously was for you? I must have foreplayed on you for 10, maybe 12 minutes. I can see you’re still rolling your eyes in pleasure. You better watch out, there’s not a whole lot of room for you to orgasm around on this inflatable mattress. If you could maybe scoot over a little bit. You know what, why don’t you sit in that chair for a while? I kind of like to lounge around after the all the jang-a-langing. I’ll appreciate you from afar, like a work of art or a vase covered in my sweat and chest hair.

Getting dressed again so soon? And on the verge of tears? This must be one of your cute little ways of getting me to undress you again. I’ll get right on that. In a minute. So, you must be pretty experienced. Yeah, I can tell, ‘cause I’m really experienced. I’ve thrown a bone in literally three girls before, and with one of them I sort of did it twice. More like once and a half. But I’ve also done tremendous amounts of research through quasi-legal means. When it comes to poking, I consider myself a bit of a sensei, or perhaps a zaibatsu.

Why don’t you stick around for breakfast? We’ve got some onion dip and mustard in the fridge, and I think that pita bread is still okay. I think breakfast is, like, the sexiest meal of the day. Hey, you know what we could do to make it even sexier, is I could eat it off of you. Oh man, this’ll be great; quick, slather yourself with the dip. Nothing gets a woman hotter than being treated like a plate. No? All right, fine. But you’re missing out.

Well, you’ve probably got a lot of stuff to do. You have a job, right? Yeah, that must be something. I’m pretty busy myself; I’ve got appointments, I was going to throw a resume together, and there’s that Naruto fandub I’ve been putting off. If you were looking for your shoes, they’re over by the Wii. Hey! Be careful, don’t knock it over! I don’t remember you being that clumsy with my junk.

Look, I’m beginning to think this was a mistake, you’re clearly not the girl you said you were on Craigslist. You should probably just continue leaving. By the way, if you could try to keep those awkward Hulk-feet on the running and not my mom’s carpet, that would be aces.

And, hey. Call me?

Kenya Elects “Power Thirst” New President

KENYA—After months of political unrest and violence due to the contested re-election of incumbent President Mwai Kibaki in the 2008 race against Raila Odinga, the people of Kenya have elected popular College Humor video “Power Thirst” as their president. Though Power Thirst has absolutely no experience in any kind of government office, it does have “more energy than your body has room for.”

Some political analysts have cited Power Thirst’s inspirational message of gaining strength from delicious flavors like Rawberry, Manana, and Fizzbitch as the reason for its unexpected win. Others attribute the victory to the fact that Power Thirst consumers sired half of the Kenyan population; these running babies then utilized their gratuitous amounts of energy to sprint to voting booths and bearblast their fathers’ energy drink of choice into power.

Contenders Odinga and Kibaki cited Power Thirst’s history of hosting sweaty rave parties and being crystal meth as reasons to impeach it, but were soon punched in the face by Power Thirst’s vice president, a jet fighter made of biceps.

When asked for comment, Power Thirst thrusted.

John Barrow, Industrial Spy

The call from HQ came in about 3 AM, activating my special communicator. “The tech boys sure are weird,” I thought to myself. “It doesn’t look like a blackberry at all.” My mission was deceptively simple: PrintCo had blueprints of their new copy machine locked in their New York office. My job: to infiltrate the premises and steal, er, copies.

Bright and early I showed up at the office, my alias ready. “John Barrow, Industrial Sp-“ I caught myself just in time. No need to blow my cover so early. “-ecialist.” I deftly finished. The guard’s face told me that my deception was intact, though his suspicions may have been raised. I knew I shouldn’t have worn my “Agent Mike’s Online Industrial Espionage School… For Spies” tie.

I was in! The workplace was a whirl of activity. Men typing, women typing, people walking to the bathroom before coming back to start typing. I knew no one would notice me in the middle of such a hubbub. I lurked unobtrusively, observing my surroundings while waiting for a pigeon. The light was stark and inescapable, keeping all PrintCo’s henchmen in view. Across the hall was a foreboding door: “Mr. Sweetwater”, it read. Clearly the hideout of the madman behind all this.

Then I saw her. A secretary of some kind, in her own little office attached to the mysterious Sweetwater’s lair. I knew a little romance was all I needed to get her talking. I walked on in, suave as you please, and turned the charm up to eleven. Sure enough, within half an hour she was telling me all she knew. Curiously, most of it seemed to be about the company’s sexual-harassment policy. A code?

Before I could make sense of it all I was startled by a knock on the door. “Mr. Sweetwater would like to see you.” Damn! I was found out! I had no choice but to follow the messenger to the very heart of the operation. As we neared Sweetwater’s sanctum I weighed my options. Should I kill the man? Force him to reveal the location of the blueprints? Snitch on the guy in the break room huffing toner?My mind was awhirl as I entered the room.

 

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Barrow,” said the balding, bespectacled villain. “I just had a call to make before giving you these blueprints.” To my shock he produced the very items I had been sent to find. “I understand you’re an industrial spy, sent to steal these. The guard outside overheard your internal monologue.” Curses! Was I narrating to myself out loud the whole time?

 

“Yes, you were. Anyway, you can have the plans if you want them. I just don’t see why you would need blueprints of our new office copier, when we actually manufacture fingerprinting kits. Anyway, you can take these and go, provided you leave right now and quit mumbling at everyone.”

Another mission accomplished!

“Seriously, stop that.”

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