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Volume 33, Issue 1:
The HEURISTIC! Squelch

Top Ten Signs the Spark Has Gone out of your Serial-Killer / Victim Relationship

  1. Can’t kill you unless he’s had a few beers first
  2. Won’t say I love you back
  3. Always kills you with his eyes closed
  4. Business card trademark not as cool or complicated as old blood of fifty orphans spread across a dog trademark
  5. Knows what you did last summer; doesn’t care
  6. Keeps asking you if you’ll let him do two victims at the same time
  7. Bitches about gas prices the whole way up to the haunted house
  8. Kills you in the first ten minutes and spends the rest of the film filling out police reports
  9. Tells you it’s gonna hurt him more than it’s gonna hurt you
  10. Asks you to put the lotion on the skin but doesn’t mention anything about a hose

Top Six Rejected Alternatives to LL Cool J’s line, “I’m Staring at Your Cornea / You’re Getting Horniah and Horniah”

  1. I’m staring at your complexion/ And getting a boner
  2. I’m visiting an island of the western Pacific Ocean in the Malay
  3. I’m climbing in your wardrobe/ It’s getting Narnia and Narnia
  4. I’m cooking you some breakfast hash/ I’m getting cornier and cornier
  5. I’m staring at your iris/ I want to give you human papilloma virus
  6. I’m staring at your iris/ You’re getting more and more desirous

Top Ten Signs You’ve Rented Second-Rate Sherpas

  1. He’s not the sherpa-est knife in the drawer
  2. Wheelchair doesn’t even have mountain tires
  3. Dies while watching a movie about Mt. Everest
  4. Allergic to backpacks
  5. He keeps asking if you need a drywall job done
  6. That’s the third jacket he’s used to make snowmen
  7. Drinking own urine on the top of Mt. Everest, understandable. Drinking own urine on bus ride back home, creepy.
  8. Giggles uncontrollably everytime word sherpa is uttered
  9. Ate the other sherpas a little quickly
  10. Has more sex with the donkey than you’re comfortable with

Top Ten Reasons You Lost That Basketball Game to a Paraplegic Midget

  1. Paraplegic midget actually black slang for really talented Basketball player
  2. He was on steroids … for his asthma
  3. He only became paraplegic midget at half-time
  4. His canine companion was Air Bud
  5. He had more heart … and more lung because of the respirator
  6. The movie was named after him
  7. Referee also a paraplegic midget
  8. Couldn’t use your ball handling skills to break his ankles
  9. Little bastard tricked you into scoring on your own basket on 37 non-consecutive occasions
  10. He’s black

Top Ten Lamest Things to Buy With a Million Dollars

  1. World’s second best pesto
  2. Training for being upcoming contestant in who wants to be a millionaire
  3. 500k for Elisha Cuthbert blowjob; 500k for guy to knock her teeth out before hand
  4. Paying two dogs to fall in love
  5. Two nights of passion with Ed Begley Jr.
  6. A Segway that works in space
  7. One chick at the same time
  8. The whole world’s pog collection
  9. A KICK-ASS meal plan
  10. A hundred million pennies

Top Ten Reasons to Stop Going to That Jewish Strip Club

  1. Holocausts you a fortune
  2. Strippers are Jewish women
  3. You didn’t go for a couple of weeks and now every time you go back they ask how come you never visit
  4. Stripper’s name is Crystal Nacht
  5. You’re OPEC and you don’t recognize the existence of strip club
  6. In lieu of lap dances they just lift you up on a chair
  7. First stripper starts off with
  8. You suspect one of the strippers is a Palestinian suicide stripper
  9. Strip club announcer sounds just like your Yiddish grandpa
  10. Jewish strippers snort coke way too fast

The Diary of Judas

Recently, National Geographic released the Gospel of Judas, a contradictory explanation of Jesus’s demise where Jesus asked Judas to betray him. The Gospel of Judas, while entertaining, is a long stretch from this totally historically accurate, Diary of Judas, which we found at the bus stop yesterday.

Monday
Is the Honeymoon already over between Jesus and I? It seems just like yesterday that we would walk together, help poor people together, and just talk and talk and talk, sometimes about the silliest stuff. But lately he’s been really distant. Sometimes I get the impression he no longer values our friendship. Like today after we kicked the Arimatheans’ ass at Ultimate Discus he was high-fiving the other guys in the gang. When he got to me he put his hand up, I went in for a high-five, and then he jerked his hand back and said, “Psyche!” Everyone laughed. I laughed too, but I didn’t think it was funny.

Tuesday
We were hanging out with Jesus today while he was curing lepers. When he got to a particularly bad one, he took the leper’s arms and started waving them around saying, “Look at me! Look at me! I’m Judas! DURRRRRR DURRRRR!” When everyone stopped laughing, he said, “I’m just joking with you Judas.” Then he held up the leper’s hand to me for a high-five. I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next.

Wednesday
Last week, Jesus told me that he and I would go see a public stoning today, just the two of us. I bought the tickets and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited until finally it was so late that I couldn’t get my money back. AND THEN, while walking home I saw him at tavern with PETER sharing a glass of wine. Jesus told me he HATED wine. I was so angry that when I got home I betrayed my cat to the Romans.

Thursday
Tonight was League Night at the Bowling Alley. I wasn’t going to show up because I was still so mad, but Bartholomew stopped by and said they could use my hook shot. During the third game everyone started pointing and whispering at me, and when I got up to bowl my frame I fell flat on my face because Jesus had tied my bowling sandals together. He even marked it Foul.

Friday
I can’t believe after everything we’ve been through that Jesus would be such an ass to me. I haven’t done anything to him but he treats me like garbage now. I got him back good though today when I pointed him out to some bored Roman soldiers looking for a messiah to kill. The guys are pretty upset, but I think this will all blow over in a couple of weeks.

Monday
I can’t live with myself for what I did. You were the best friend I ever had and I destroyed you. Oh Mr. Fluffers, I miss you so much.

Nerd Rehab

When did nerds get the idea that it’s okay to be nerdy? I don’t recall seeing any Nerd Pride parades on the streets of Silicon Valley. But I guess if they tried that, they’d get wedgied and slammed into a locker by the Rose Bowl parade. Maybe geeks started getting all cocky after that movie about the nerds who get revenge, but nobody remembers what that one was called.

Regardless, the proliferation of nerdiness has reached epidemic proportions. It must be stopped; these people are addicts. And you know you’re in trouble when it’s me calling you an addict. I’ve got enough Scotch in me at all times to be legally considered a glass bottle.

The Three Stages of Nerdiness:

The Harry Potter Nerd

Life’s good, you’ve got friends, and maybe even a special little lady you get to bang like a screen door. Then a guy with a street name like “Slick Azergaith” or “Fast Eddie the Enchanted Plus Two Warlock” slips you a book at a party. “Go ahead, just read a page,” he says. Next thing you know, BAM, you’ve finished Goblet of Fire and you’re strung out for Order of the Phoenix. Eventually you’re reading Tolkien with a belt around your neck just to get that same high.

The Anime Nerd

Listen, we all knew Japanese people were messed up. But we had no idea as to the extent of it until we saw their animated movies about penis-tentacled demons that take busty schoolgirls and…fail to teach them long division, that’s for damned sure.

Anime nerds are more pale, gaunt and sexless than their Harry Potter counterparts. You know what’s never happened before? A guy getting a hummer while watching animated lesbian schoolgirls fight a robot dragon. I know, that sounds like it has all the ingredients to be cool, but it’s not. It’s like mixing “tequila” and “not being arrested”: each on their own is good, but they just can’t go together. Which brings us to the bottom of the downward spiral…

The World of Warcraft Nerd

Oh man, do you need help. For those not in the know, World of Warcraft is basically a five-million man game of Dungeons and Dragons that happens online. As if this wasn’t shameful enough, these addicts pay money every month just to keep playing the game. I know that last sentence sounded a Neil Young lyric, but stay with me on this.

Lots of other “users” in this game join “guilds,” which is something like an electronic crackhouse for people who refer to vagina as “ladyparts. Tee-hee!” Seriously, groups of these people get together and battle demons for hours (the virtual, not inner, variety). True story: my friends joined a guild where they have to show up for at least 6 hours a day, 4 days a week. When I did something like that, it was called college.

Conclusion

Which brings me to my final point: rehabilitation. When someone kicks their eighty-dollar a month World of Warcraft habit, it’s basically like they just got out of prison. Except without the candy bar, ten dollars, and chest full of Aryan Brotherhood tattoos.

The problem here is that nerds don’t actually want to change. Like alcoholics or women in short skirts, nerds never know how badly they need what you’ve got until you force it into them. The only way to change a nerd is an intervention. While he’s at work, secretly invite everyone he knows over to his house and pour all his books and electronics down the sink. Now he’s cured! When he gets home be sure to have an electric guitar handy, as he will probably need to play a Van Halen solo before playing several more Van Halen solos while riding a motorcycle.