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Volume 34, Issue 1:
Squelch M.D.

How Drunk Were You?

To quote every freshman in the history of ever: “I
was SOOOO drunk!” Problem is, there is no
objectivity to this claim. There are no gold
medals and no Jeopardy champions in the game of
Drunk. So how close can we ever come to explaining
this phenomenon of the lampshade-wearing,
sexual-favor giving, arrested-getting inebriate?

Simple: a comparison in five easy stages. Follow
along if you’re stage 3 or below.

ONE
Get your buzz on — 1 to 3 drinks

Congratulations, you’re just like a: British
person

Every now and then, you’re speaking so quickly
that your words run together a little bit. You
start saying uncharacteristic things like “thanks
love.” (Note: you do not start addressing people
as “queen” until roughly stage 3, when a fight is
forthcoming) For reasons passing explanation, you
start talking at length about politics and
culture. You start to think that maybe bad teeth
aren’t that big a deal.

TWO
Feelin’ no pain, or tact — 4 to 5 drinks

Congratulations, you’re just like a: Sex offender
on probation

You’re compelled to go around the area and
introduce yourself to everyone. You’re chatting
with girls/boys, but still cautious about groping.
You want to lure that special someone back to your
van, but probably shouldn’t. Damned if you’re not
trying to ignore the demon voices in your head
that tell you to do the things.

THREE
Faded — 6 to 9 drinks
Congratulations, you’re just like an:
Eighty-year-old Handicapped billionaire in a strip
club

You no longer feel the need to impress people or
act charming. Wild rounds of boasting are followed
by inappropriate sexual advances. “Heavy” girls
become “busty.” Motor control is spotty at best.
You can’t even remember when you had bladder
control. Special Bonus: After drink no. 8, you’re
confined to a chair for the foreseeable future.

FOUR
Doin’ a little side-to-side shuffle-dance — 10 to
14 drinks

Congratulations, you’re just like: Michael J. Fox

You shake and squirm quite a bit, but maintain a
huge smile on your face. Sentences are tough to
form, and are accompanied by wild gesticulations
to help make the point. People are always telling
you how brave you are, but in your case, it’s
because you took a swing at a cop and took off into
the neighbor’s backyard.

FIVE
You look like a hobo’s jockstrap — 15 drinks and
up

Congratulations, you’re just like a: Celtic Druid,
circa 1000 B.C.

You’re not speaking anything that sounds remotely
like English. You smell bad and regularly forage
for food. When presented with a simple technology
like a cell phone, you futilely poke at it and
wonder exactly where inside it the sun and planets
are hiding. You wake up in the morning to find an
animal chewing/humping on you. You have the plague.

Volume 14, Issue 6: Sad Clown Suicide College

Household Hints for Daily Home Use

Problem: Broken Light Bulb

Hint: Get a potato from the kitchen. Cut it in half. Dice the halves. Get three more potatoes and do the same thing. Cook a chopped medium onion and two tablespoons of butter in a two-quart saucepan on medium-high heat until soft. Add potatoes and one cup of chicken broth to saucepan. Add parsley, thyme, salt, and pepper to taste. Cook for fifteen minutes on low-medium heat. Stir in two tablespoons of flour and a cup and a half of milk. Simmer until thick. You now have a delicious cream of potato soup. Take this soup to friends house and ask if you can stay there while you try to sell your house. Broken light bulbs are impossible to fix.

Problem: Squeaky Floorboards

Hint: Go to your local hardware store and purchase ten 50-lb. bags of sand. Spread sand on the offending floorboard(s), making sure to work it into the cracks. Pour contents of remaining 9.9 bags onto the floor. Now you’re living on the beach!

Problem: Leaky Faucet

Hint: Leaking faucet keeping you up at night? Why shell out hundreds of American dollars to some snobby plumber when the problem can be readily solved with a little elbow grease? Locate a wrench and screwdriver. Turn the water on as high as it goes. Call household pet over. Proceed to beat it with wrench and screwdriver until it is within inch of its life. You’ll find yourself so worn out that you’ll sleep like a baby.

Problem: Carpet Stains

Hint: Are you too embarrassed to throw dinner parties because of unsightly carpet stains? We all know white wine can remove stains, but how do we remove the resultant white wine stain? Here’s a little secret: the only thing that removes white wine is its archnemesis, red wine. If you can alternately pour white and red wines fast enough, your carpet will appear clean to the naked eye.

Problem: Running Toilet

Hint: Remove the top lid of the toilet and look inside. You’ll see a plug attached to a chain. Remove the plug and defecate into the hole it was covering. With any luck, your toilet will get the message.

Problem: Worn-out Drawers

Hint: Pull out the drawer and turn it upside down. Notice irregular backing. Pull on it to reveal secret hiding stash of homoerotic magazines. Confront husband. Throw drawer at wall when he says it’s your fault for driving him into the arms of another man. Replace drawer and pretend everything is okay. Only you’ll know that you’re dead inside.

Top Ten Ways to Win an Argument

  1. Never admit you’re wrong, and be immortal
  2. Use obscure phrases to hoist them by their own petard
  3. Successfully throw three bean bags through clown’s mouth at Rhetorical Carnival
  4. Make jazz hands until your opponent
    is dazzled
  5. Liberal use of American flag
  6. Hit them with the folding chair of superior rhetoric, and then a regular one
  7. Carry a parrot that’s always right, and basically rehash whatever it says
  8. Change into your argument pants
  9. Finally, finally reveal why you always carry a trident
  10. Admit that they’re right, and you’re wrong, but only about them being right

Bullshit

Firemen Are Pussies

I’ve recently come to terms with the fact that no job I will ever have will provide me with the opportunity to be a hero. It seems a little unfair, then, that just by virtue of being employed in certain occupations as a fireman, for instance you’re suddenly considered one. You wouldn’t call me a doctor if you saw me in a hospital, or Chancellor of the Universe if I put my pants on before my shoes. Being a fireman is similar to doing one of these things. And everyone calling them heroes is like lying to retarded children.

If I walked down the street wearing a bright yellow coat and goggles, you wouldn’t call me a hero, you’d direct me to the nearest tickle fight, which you’d rightly assume I had not only organized, but had been eagerly anticipating participation in. After thanking you, I’d then go into the Glittery Pink Feather shop to buy things made out of lace.

And don’t even get me started on members of the armed services. That’s like a giant coward bomb full of failures. Here are the reasons for joining the military with their corresponding anti-heroic origins in parentheses:

  1. Having something to prove (insecure)
  2. Having nowhere else to go (human wasteland)
    My point is this: I’ll bet if I tried real hard, I could drop out of school and lose my job at the steel mill too. But I choose not to. Instead, I choose to read books rather than EATING THEM. I call it learning.

Some say it’s the unrelenting stalwartness in the face of danger that makes them heroes. Bullshit. There are three things a fireman thinks when he walks into a burning building:

  1. run away
  2. afraid
  3. they’re going to call me a hero for this
    Pussy, pussy, different kind of pussy.

So to the firemen and members of the armed services: we’re lying to you. Everyone at home is glad they don’t have to do what you do. Do you know how much fun watching a parade is? No. No you don’t because you’re always in them. Watching a parade is like having sex on a mountain of happiness. You may get to be on display, but you’re also walking seventeen miles down a road on a sunny day.

Focus Groups Through the Ages

Europe – 25,000 B.C.

Thog: Rock good?
Ug: Ug like rock.
Thog: [writing] Get…more…rock.
Ug: UG LIKE ROCK! UG KEEP ROCK!
Thog: No. Rock just prototype.
Ug: Ug get parking validated?
Thog: No.

Jerusalem – 33 A.D.

Facilitator: Okay, now let’s talk slogans. If you heard “Jesus: He’s not just for Jews anymore,” would you be more likely, less likely, or equally as likely to abandon your polytheistic faith?
Respondent: Um, less likely.
Facilitator: What about “Jesus: Last month He died for your sins. What have you done for Him lately?”
Respondent: Less likely.
Facilitator: Okay, one more: “Jesus: Convert or spend eternity on fire.”
Respondent: Uh…what were the choices again?

Ireland – 1588 A.D.

Facilitator: So, Mrs. O’Callahan, if we were to import these “potatoes,” do you think they would become a staple of your diet?
Respondent: I don’t like ’em that much, laddie.
Facilitator: Hmm. Okaaaay, let me put it another way…given the fact that everyone you know is starving because your country has no food, tell me which of these items you’d most prefer as the staple of your diet.
[Curtain opens to reveal dirt, whiskey, three of respondent’s own children, and a potato.]
Respondent: That’s easy–
Facilitator: We poisoned the whiskey.
Respondent: Then Seamus.

Atlanta – 1983 A.D.

Facilitator: On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being undrinkable, and 10 being the most delicious beverage imaginable, how would you rate New Coke’s drinkability?
Respondent: Like I said in the questionnaire, I lost my sense of taste due to the extensive burn damage I suffered when the orphanage caught fire last year.
Facilitator: We’re going to need a numerical score in each category before you can receive your $35 stipend.
Respondent: Okay…seven.

Everything in Berkeley Is Uphill

A recent study commissioned by the Office of Student Life has concluded that everything on the Berkeley campus is uphill. “No matter where a student begins, his journey to any campus building will inevitably lead him up a steep incline,” said the study’s director, Dr. Eric Vinson. A typical humanities student’s path will take him from the BART station to Valley Life Sciences Building, to Wheeler Hall, and then to Le Conte. Vinson warns that such constant, grueling hikes have a profound and daunting effect on morale. “Over four years, a Berkeley student may indeed develop the calves of a matador, but the negative reinforcement caused by always walking up a grade leads inevitably to depression and truancy.”

Professor Falcone of the Physics Department denounced the study. “This is ridiculous pseudo-science. Unless UC Berkeley were built on a Mobius strip, there is simply no way that every campus building could be uphill from every other.” He then left to deliver a lecture at the top of a rope suspended from the sky above Hearst Mining Circle.

Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch Surprisingly Mundane

Investigators recently obtained a warrant to search Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch in connection with his upcoming child molestation trial. But the investigators were in for a big letdown.

“When I was first put on the task force I was pretty excited,” said Sergeant Mike Patrick of the Santa Barbara police force.”I had heard all sorts of rumors: that [Jackson] sleeps in an oxygen chamber, that he has the elephant man’s skeleton on display, that he wears suede boots while bathing. I couldn’t wait to tell my wife what crazy weirdo things I would find. But when we busted the door open, Michael was just sitting in a comfortable-sized living room on a slightly worn, muted-green couch eating a Lean Cuisine microwave dinner and watching Friends reruns on a modestly sized TV.” Other members of the team were equally disappointed.

Lt. Mike Gonzalez reported further disappointment. “I was expecting, like, fifty bags of plasma and a single white peach in his refrigerator, but the only sort of weird thing was that he had put a completely empty carton of milk back in there,” he said.

“Oh,” Gonzalez added, “and his dryer door was broken so it wouldn’t close all the way. You’d think he could afford a new one.”

After the raid, police apologized to Jackson for the inconvenience and Jackson graciously offered them something to drink, but all he had was water and orange juice that he worried had turned just south of fresh. The taskforce politely declined and left him to restore the boring order of his overall average home.

Yemen Shufflefoot’s Fantabulous Guide to Fake Name Creation

I am a man of many talents. In fact, “Talents” is my middle name. Or, at least it is whenever I fucking want it to be. You see, I’m gifted in the divine art of making fake names. You may be thinking “But anyone can make fake names.” But not like me–check it: Jet Guyison WOOSH! Slamston Triad ZING! Harlem Lightpost.

That power trio sure got you to shut your word hole, Mr. Lax Creativity-Bergstein. Just as it would be unfair for a mother to hog all her breast milk, it would be similarly ridiculous to not share the art of creating electrifying pseudonyms. Here are some pointers.

Tip 1: Power Comes First

Nothing says “I’m a powerful man” better than a fist-pumping first name. Create a monosyllabic name that conveys danger, wicked fast transportation, or Zeus-mediated fistfights–the most robust of first names employs all three. Fast Danger-Fear, Flint Boomrock, or Fear Danger-Fast will all do. Still confused? Refer to the names mentioned earlier: “Jet,” “Harlem,” and “Slamston.” Jet conveys speed. Harlem evokes fear of tall people, and Slamston alludes to the ever-present threat of femur-snapping sex.

Tip 2: Retards: The Mystical Fake Name Magicians

If you’re feeling unoriginal, you can outsource the task of creating an ingenious nom de plume. The mentally handicapped happen to be fake-name geniuses. Simply have your local tard pronounce any old name. Robert Marshall turns into Barbell Martian. Martin Stone becomes Magnum Stone! And, if you are lucky enough to get an especially tarded tard, Ed Turner becomes Ignatius Featherfoot.

Tip 3: Finding Your Muse

Inspiration for a good first name is everywhere. Things like geological formations, forces of nature, and animals will help spur your ingenuity. My three-day peyote hike through Death Valley produced Butte Waterspout, Windy Cougar and Plateau Despondence. As you may have gathered, the Indians have long used this trick to come up with such classics as Red Cloud and Sitting Bull. Just make sure your fake name doesn’t lend itself to oppression.

Tip 4: A Preference for Prefixes

Let’s face it, no one’s going to listen to Maynard Browning. But what if you got a message straight from the desk of M. Browning, Superpresident, or his Excellency, Maynard de Marron? With an appropriate awe-inspiring prefix (or occasional wonder-encouraging suffix), you can turn any Alan Scott into a Lieutenant Apollo Starshooter, ambassador to the sun.

Now, armed with the power of the alias, you’re a regular Flashpack Dangermount, ready to upset the tyranny of the Name. My only warning: use your godlike power for good. Use it for evil only if you really, really need to.

Top Ten Things to Do with a Magic Magic Marker

  1. Sniff it
  2. Wish for more wishes
  3. Aw man, this one’s licorice
  4. Heal a man’s broken arm by signing
  5. Donate to low-income magic kindergarten
  6. Draw animated blinking penis on passed-out roommate’s face
  7. Accidentally leave cap off, dry up all the magic
  8. Painfully shame an ordinary glue stick
  9. Connect the hell out of dots
  10. Draw happiness, eat it