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President Ford Remembered for Legacy of Oafery

At a funeral service in Washington earlier this month, Gerald Ford, the 38th and indisputably most goofy president of the United States, was honored by several members of his former cabinet with a tribute to the former Commander-in-Chief’s exemplary leadership in the face of Ritz Brothersesque adversity. The tribute to Ford, or “Turbo,” as his college friends called him, centered on his presidential career, athletic prowess, and Rooseveltian struggle with buffoonery.

Allen Byer, a reporter who covered the Ford administration closely, remarked on Ford’s strong character and ability to bring indignity to every decision made. “He’d look at you, and you’d just be in awe. And then he would do something like close the limo door on his pants, only to have them rip off as the limo drove away. He was really something, like Clemenceau and Clouseau put into one, slightly simian package.”

Henry Kissinger, part of the Nixon cabinet responsible for Ford’s characteristically bumbling pratfall into office, recalled his propensity for slapstick fundamentals even before being named president. “We were working with the Chinese ambassadors at a lunch meeting, on the day after Halloween. Mr. Ford had apparently dressed as a beaver of some variety but gotten the buck teeth of the costume stuck, and after being slightly blinded by staring at his lamp too long, stumbled into our meeting, eyes squinted and faux-teeth garbling his cries for assistance.” Kissinger added, with a smile, “Needless to say, that took us weeks to smooth over, and Mr. Ford was sent to his room to think about what he had done. I will go on the record as saying it was worth it, however.”

In a statement from his ranch, President Bush asserted that Ford had always been a direct political inspiration, particularly in such crises as PretzelGate and the countless times Bush has dropped his dog in front of a camera. “I was fortunate enough to meet Mr. Ford in 1976. Actually, I can’t guarantee that I did, but I’m fairly confident I could tell from the echoed mumbling and dejected slurping sounds from underneath that honey pot stuck on his head that it was him.”

In a final, somber tribute, the pallbearers at Ford’s funeral tripped ceremoniously while carrying the flag-strewn casket, sending Ford’s corpse flying gloriously for several feet until falling sharply and lodging the president’s lifeless head in a nearby horse’s rectum.

 

Ford’s Greatest Presidential Moments

August 9th, 1974 – Ford falls into tuba at inaugural ball, only saved when very fat man is able to blow him out.

October 5th, 1974 – Attacked by swarm of bees during live address to nation.

January 19th, 1975 – Falls down escalator for several hours.

April 22nd, 1975 – Accidentally marries bear.

April 25th, 1975 – Marriage to bear annulled at request of bear’s handlers.

December 7th, 1975 – Puts foot through floor of Oval Office, revealing trove of at-then undiscovered Kennedys.

July 4th, 1976 – In honor of bicentennial hosts fireworks display at White House, misfired bottle rocket hits self on forehead, resulting in crossed eyes for duration of presidency.

January 20th, 1977 – Leaves office same way he came; by not getting elected.

Volume 16, Issue 3: Save Our Building

In-Class Drinking Games

Political Science

Take a Shot every time the one Libertarian tries to change the discussion to how pot should be legal.
Take a Shot of Vodka each time a student uses the term “capitalist” like it means “AIDS”
Person to Your Right Drinks when you’re the first to spot the forty year old woman who arrives 20 minutes late.
Take Three Shots when someone asks “and what of the tragic death of Freddie Mercury due to capitalism?”

Computer Science

010 IF “girl”=“in class” THEN GOTO 020 ELSE GOTO 030
020 EXECUTE “two sips”
030 CONTINUE “masturbating alone in shower”

Any DeCal about Comic Books

Drink a Snifter of Brandy every time someone says the word “mythos.”
Drink a Sake Bomb once the discussion gets to the inevitable part in the comic’s history where the hero begins beating up Japs.
Shotgun a Beer for every impromptu game of “Who would win in a fight?”

Geology

Chug a Rolling Rock every time the professor makes some joke about stratography or igneousness or whatever the fuck that shit is.
Take a Shot every time you realize you’re in a three-hour lecture about rocks.
Take a Shot at some other major for Christ’s sake.

Ethnic Studies

Take a Shot when your professor performs a retina-detachingly dramatic eye-roll after saying “George W. Bush.”
Take Two Shots when the professor asks a question that is obviously meant to be answered with “It’s white people’s fault.”
Chug an Imported Beer when the mention of an ethnicity-specific food causes everyone of that ethnicity to loudly express their like of that food.

Sociology

Take 1 shot every time your professor starts a sentence with “check this out.”
Take 2 shots when your professor ends that sentence with a hand gesture in place of an actual word.
Take 3 shots every time the professor refers to the dog with a bandana around its neck as “your GSI.”

Rumsfeld Resignation Address

[Rumsfeld enters and takes the podium]

Thank you all for coming. As you may have inferred from the mid-term election results, I am resigning the post of Secretary of Defense. Before I take leave of you, I have a few words that I’ve been saving since I was graciously awarded this position.

Let me begin by saying what a fat group of cocksuckers you all are. For the record, any time I ever got up in front of this podium, I spent most of my time wondering how you assholes would taste if I were to cook you. Charlie from the Post always ranked as the most delicious in my mind. A lifetime of Kentucky bourbon, Thai ladyboys, and Oxycontin will make you nice and tender as this fat fuck demonstrates. You’re the motherfucking veal of this shitbox press corps, Charlie.

Sheryl Stolberg from the Times gets my vote for most unappetizing. That bitch is so far left I bet her liver would taste like donkey turds, and take that from someone who has eaten a lot of human liver and a lot of animal excrement. Also, Sherrie, some personal advice: Your haircut makes you look like a dyke. I doubt you actually play for the other team though, because for the last six years you’ve had a cock up your ass that’s SO BIG I’m surprised it doesn’t have its own congressional district.

So how did this all happen? I’ll tell you. You’re all a bunch of skirt-wearing sallies that take their marching orders from a few frothing-at-the-mouth shut-ins who spend all of their time prattling on about bullshit issues like “human rights” and “not torturing people.” If you pulled your head out of your cavernous asses and thought about the realities for a moment instead of mindlessly regurgitating the tripe spewed out by the Rascal-piloting Whopper-guzzling lard-belching pansies running DailyIHateAmerica.com, then I’d still have this job and we’d be making progress in Iran.

[an aide hurriedly rushes up to whisper something to Rumsfeld]

What? Oh, right, I meant Iraq. Well fuck it, I don’t care who knows now. Open wide Ahmadinejad, because Uncle Sam is

going to facefuck the oil reserve right out of you. We’re going to need a good meal too, because we’re going to get hungry again 15 minutes after we nuke the shit out of Shanghai.

Where does this all leave us? Well it leaves me with a guaranteed book deal, a portfolio that makes me richer than God, and the chance to get upwards of $100,000 per stupid speech I make at rat hole events and institutions. Hey Sherrie, maybe I can come speak at your coming out party, heh heh heh. Just kidding, I wouldn’t want to get within five miles of the unshaved patchoulisnatched stable of rugmunchers you’re sure to keep around. Really, go fuck yourself Sherrie.

Ol’ Bob Gates from the CIA will be taking over for me soon. Hey Bob, sold much crack in Los Angeles lately? Ha ha, I kid, I kid. But seriously, he’s a criminal.

Any questions?

[the hands of all the reporters shoot up as they begin shouting for Rumsfelds attention]

Sike. Well, I’m out of here. Think of me when an Iraqi is sawing off your head while you sleep. Cocksuckers.

[Rumsfeld drops the microphone, gives the reporters the middle finger, and leaves]

Really Hot Chick Rejected from Boalt

Upon receiving her rejection letter from the Boalt School of Law, AOPi sister Allison Summer tragically discovered that her “Everything I Need To Know In Life I Learned From Legally Blonde” poster was total fucking bullshit.

“My application video was perfect!” she whined. “My sister and I had a pillow fight! She’s a Delia’s model! What could have possibly gone wrong?”

Plenty, according to Walter Chobdok, Dean of Admissions at the Boalt school. “What? Who?” Chobdok said. “Oh, the pillow fight girl? Well if you want a comment I guess I’d have to go with ‘dangerously unqualified.’ There was no possible way we would even consider this. She sent us her PSAT scores, okay? At one point during her video application, she mentioned how much she looked forward to meeting the rest of this season’s Real World cast. She is less than dead to us.”

Despite the rejection, and rejections from Harvard, Georgetown, and Elimidate, Summer remains hopeful. “There’s always congress!” she bubbled. She and her small dog then snorked up an eighth of blow and went down on some guys from Fiji.

Woman Drowns Virtual Pets

On the night of October 17th, Mary Hensler of Alameda placed her two Tamagotchi alongside her Pokemon Blue game pak in the back seat of her car. With her passengers secured, Hensler placed a brick on the accelerator on the banks of Ocean Beach. The car surged into the rushing surf where the virtual animals met a briny end.

“Virtual God told me to do it,” Hensler said tearily at a press conference. “Virtual Jesus said it was cool too,” she added, sobbing. Local authorities have yet to determine on what counts Hensler will be charged with.

Asked about the pending case Police Chief John Andrews said, “This is a huge waste of my time.”

Grey’s Anatomy

INT. MEDICAL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

It’s the third shift at a DOWNTOWN medical hospital. DESPITE the LATE hour, the HOSPITAL is humming STEADILY.

The camera tracks through the hospital, showing us many hospital

things, then follows a gurney as it races out of the emergency room.

MEREDITH GREY (NARRATION)

They say jealousy is a word like any other.

But what they don’t say is that that any

other word is poison.

DR. PRESTON BURKE runs alongside the gurney, opposite SANDRA OH.

 

PRESTON BURKE

We need a morphine drip and an intubation tray, stat!

PATIENT
> (groaning)Doc, doctor, I, really need some help…

SANDRA OH
> (handing Preston the tray)Here, try not to sleep with it!

PRESTON BURKE

How was I to know you were also sleeping with Jamie?

PATIENT
> (spitting blood)Oh god! My insides have gone outsides!

SANDRA OH

His O2 levels are dropping. He’s suffocating.

PRESTON BURKE

I can relate.

BLACK NURSE
> (making a snapping sound)OH SNAP!

PATIENT
> (sobbing)…please…medicine!

SANDRA OH

I tried to give you space. You used it to bag a nurse!

PRESTON BURKE

You may be the finest obstiocardiothrombocologist I’ve ever met, but you’re a bitch!

SILENCE as the entire hospital GASPS.

BLACK NURSE

Doctor, the patient is … dead.

SANDRA OH

No!
> (pointing at Preston)YOU’RE dead … to ME!

CUE OPENING CREDITS

 

INT. ELEVATOR – NIGHT

The TWO ATTRACTIVE DOCTORS stare straight ahead. There’s so much tension that you can feel it.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I thought you transferred.

HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2

I did.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I see you’re back.

HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2

I am.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I still blame you for everything.

HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2

I know.

The elevator BINGS to a stop. The other doctors and nurses get off, leaving only the two doctors.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I think we should have some more hot interracial sex.

They DO.

INT. ROOM WITH SURGERIES

Meredith and that guy who kind of looks like Bobby from Party of Five are threading a needle through a heart.

MEREDITH GREY

I just can’t believe you’d do that to me.

DEREK SHEPHERD

I did it FOR you.

She takes his hand. He stitches the heart tighter.

 

MEREDITH GREY

But I, I just don’t know if I can do this…

The heart rips in half.

DEREK SHEPHERD
> (Emmy Awardwinningly) Meredith, love isn’t about knowing you can do things.

They kiss through their masks, and the heart unrips itself together again. NOTE: MAKE SURE THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON THE HEART AND THAT FLASHING ORANGE TEXT READING “SYMBOLISM” COVERS THE SCREEN. ALSO A SIREN SHOULD BLARE.

BEGIN MONTAGE

MUSIC: Coldplay. If possible two Coldplay tracks playing at the same

time.

CLIPS: HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2 and HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2 sleeping peacefully together on the floor of the elevator.

Sandra Oh and Preston Burke looking pensive in different parts of the hospital as various patients die around them.

Some patient from the episode doing something, like maybe walking for the first time, interspliced with clips of one of the main characters being shot or hit by a car.

END MONTAGE

INT. MEDICAL HOSPITAL – NIGHT, IT’S ALWAYS NIGHT

The hospital is finally quiet and thoughtful.

MEREDITH GREY (NARRATOR)

Jealousy. J-E-A-L-O-U-S-Y. A word you can’t spell without U. Or Y. Or L.

SOUND of the narrator nodding vigorously.

FADE TO BLACK.

Great Moments in the History of Invention

Explosives

Inventor of the Dynamite Stick : MOTHER FUCK! OH FUCK MY MOTHERFUCKING ARM IS GONE!!!
Inventor of the Dynamite Fuse : Next time, try using one of these. It’s called a fuse.
Inventor of the Dynamite Stick : Will that fix my arm??
Inventor of the Dynamite Fuse : Sure! … Oh your arm. No. Hey, did you fall asleep? Bill?

Plastic Silverware

Inventor of the Spork : This is great! Now I only have one utensil to worry about!
Friend : Which is good for you, seeing as how you only have one arm ever since you invented dynamite.
Inventor of the Spork : How about you invent shutting the fuck up?

Contraception

Prostitute : Finally, my sores have stopped bleeding! Well, the ones in my mouth anyway. So are you coming to bed or what?
Inventor of the Condom : [looking between penis and pile of sheep’s intestines] Yes. Yes I am.

Abortion

Woman : God, I thought we were being so careful.
Man : I know, honey, I know! We must have made a mistake somewhere. How will we manage? Our budget is stretched so tight as it is.
Woman : And I’m just about to get that promotion at work. What will we do?
Man : [viciously punches her in the stomach] Eureka!

Fire

Caveman : Jesus Christ, whoever that is, it’s fucking cold outside! Hey, why is it warmer in this cave?
Scientist Caveman : This roaring orange pile of wood here. It’s making heat. I call it “fire.”
Caveman : Incredible, Scientist Caveman! What wonders will you invent next?
Scientist Caveman : [shoving the other caveman into the fire]

Barbecue.

Medicine

Doctor : Amazing! How did you ever come up with this, doctor?

Inventor of Penicillin : Well, actually, I just shot up a syringe-full of every chemical I could find into my body and this last one kinda made my syphilis feel better.

Doctor : Brilliant! How many injections did it take?
Inventor of Penicillin : 48. The 32nd injection is really starting to disagree with me. Does my tongue taste as purple to me as it does to you?

Keytar

Man : Hey guys, look at this new thing I–
Other Man : [punches Man in the face]

Personal Massager

Husband : Hey, um, honey? Listen, I, uh, I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying my new invention, and it’s good to know that you appreciate it, but…it’s just that you haven’t really been using it in the way I intended.
Wife : Well how did you want me to use it?
Husband : Oh, I don’t know…Your neck, maybe? Like, your shoulders? Things that are more like sore spots, and less like your vagina.
Wife : Well maybe you can invent a way for my clitoris to be on my neck and shoulders then.
Husband : Hmmm…[strokes chin]

Female Circumcision

Husband : Look, honey, I got some bad news…

Discount Wisdom

They say the lion is the king of the jungle, but I think it’s the bulldozer.

I sympathize with animal rights activists, because I think animals are people too. Inferior, delicious, inhuman people.

People always tell me I make delicious pizza pie. Well God Damnit, which is it?!

I don’t think that Pop Tarts should come in packages of two like they do, because it only reminds me that I’m eating all alone again.

If I ever come back as a ghost, I won’t be an Uncle Tom like that fuck Slimer.

Sometimes I wake up screaming. And then I realize I was never asleep to begin with.

Fantasy football is a pretty big waste of time. Unicorns make lousy fullbacks.

I imagine it was harder to be an atheist in ancient Greece, because with so many gods, chances are at least ONE of them was real.

It’s hard to distinguish right from wrong. Especially when the Pope is holding a gun to your head.

Dad wasn’t overly strict with our punishments, he really just wanted us to be prepared for our future. Or at least that’s what I would tell myself whenever we broke curfew and he would make us dig our own graves.

Back-Alley Mike’s School of Back-Alley Self-Defense

Thanks to the Democrats, 3-time “King of the C-Block Showers” Back-Alley Mike is back on the street to teach you the fundamentals of self defense.

 

“Staring down the barrel of a gun is one of the most challenging situations in self-defense. This is why you should always carry a gun, because it will scare the shit out of whoever you’re self-defensing.”

“If you’re involved in a violent situation, remember the three C’s. Celerity, Concealment, and Cockpunch.”

“Many situations can be resolved non-violently. For instance, if your assailant agrees to put his hands up and give you his wallet.”

“Your attacker might try to intimidate you with tactics like shouting ‘Get on the ground!’ or ‘Police, freeze!’ Regardless of how loud they shout or how shiny their badge is, don’t fall for it. These so-called tough guys go down just like everybody else; with a hollow-point 9mm bullet to the knee.”

“Positioning is key in self-defense, which is why you should always try to self-defense people in the dark from behind.”

“Your attacker will draw strength from any signs of fear you show so always try to keep your head covered. Use a hood, ski-mask, or a fistful of lye into his eyes.”

Lesson Plan

Week 1: Unarmed Combat, And How to Exploit People That Try It

Week 2: Defending Your Future Property

Week 3: Picking Whom to Defend Yourself Against

Week 4: Making Sure No One Saw You Defending Yourself

Week 5: Maps and Locations of ATM Machines that Don’t have Cameras

To enroll in the course, write your local parole board and tell them that I’ve found work.