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Squelch M.D.

Mike “The Bomb” Yu Held for Questioning

Last week the National Terror Alert Level was raised to orange due to a security threat on the UC Berkeley campus. According to officials, a student was heard making a bomb threat after learning of his grade on an exam.

While the details are being kept classified as a security precaution, witnesses have released accounts of what happened.

“So we just got our midterm scores back for our Nutri Sci class, and like everyone got A’s and we were all excited, and when Mike got his score he was like ‘Oh yeah, 96% biatches, Mike Yu is the Bizz-omb.'”

Yu is currently being held at Guantanamo Bay for an indefinite period of time.

Tragedy Befalls Guinness

The Guinness Brewing Company, world renowned for championing Irish stereotypes and for its quasi-popular Guinness Book of World Records, witnessed record-breaking bloodshed at its annual World Record Holders Convention in Burbank, California, last weekend.

According to preliminary reports, the incident began as the World’s Smallest Midget and the World’s Smallest Dwarf argued over who could fit more snugly into the overhead compartment of an airplane. The argument was brought to a halt as the dwarf stabbed a comically oversized fork into the midget’s eye. The World’s Fattest Man, a close friend of the midget, rolled his four-ton body onto the dwarf in bloody retaliation. The dwarf’s body has yet to be excavated.

This instigated the World’s Angriest Man to bash various other world record holders (among them the World’s Blindest Man) with the World’s Most Dangerous Wiffle Bat while the World’s Saddest Man sat in a corner and cried. To end this pointless massacre, the one-eyed man managed to stab the angriest man despite lacking depth perception. Meanwhile, the no-eyed man tried to help his visually impaired brother but ended up beating the life out of an unsuspecting and non-world record-holding shrub.

Pen Pals

221B Factory Way
Shoe Factory District 4
Shoe Distribution Province 8
Malaysia 91423
9/15/2004

Dear 13-year-old Malaysian girl who made my sneakers,

I’ve never considered myself a romantic, but I’ve always believed that true love can find us anywhere. You can only imagine my pleasant surprise this morning upon finding your note in my new pair of Nike Air Force Max II’s. As I read your message, I felt an immediate connection to you. We have so many things in common: we both like Nikes (me wearing them, you making them), and though I have no experience with the issue you spoke of in your letter, I’m sure I’d dislike being beaten with a flashlight by your brother-in-law every night too. I think we could really have something special together. Please write back.

Hopefully yours,
Simon

P.S. You did a great job on the shoes.


2321 Ellsworth
Berkeley, CA 94704
9/24/2004

PLEASE HALP ME!
I know my English bad. I learn from Nike promotional packaging. You must understand.
Send food or use mad hops to save me. I not straight playin’ fool. Take it to the hole or I die.

Swoosh,
Amira


221B Factory Way
Shoe Factory District 4
Shoe Distribution Province 8
Malaysia 91423
9/25/2004

Dearest Amira,

My heart swelled with love upon finding your new letter. I instantly knew it was from you because of the intimate bond we’ve formed. Also because it was delivered by rickshaw. It’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives, or at least for the 13 years since you were born.

I bet we even watch a lot of the same TV shows. Do you like Star Trek? If you’ve never seen it, you should watch some of the old episodes they play on SpikeTV, or whatever they call The Nashville Network in Malaysia. I feel like I am Captain Kirk, and you are the Orion Slave Girl from episode #52. Please send a picture of yourself; I want to post it on my Xanga.

Faithfully yours,
Simon


2321 Ellsworth
Berkeley, CA 94704
10/11/2004

Please Help!
I had to sell my body for night to local grocer to get this mailed. everynight I pray to his airness Michael Jordan, but my prayers only answered in form of killer crossover. I lost my foot in shoe press today. you my last hope. Don’t make a playa beg. You gotta be clutch and save me. Just do it.
P.S. I am dead. Do not write to me ever again. Sincerely, Little Girl


It was hard being dumped. Maybe I was a fool to think that we could make it work: I was a 19-year-old college student just learning about love, and she was a sophisticated 13-year-old Malaysian girl with a bustling career in the apparel industry. I guess it’s just like Shakespeare said: it’s better to have loved and lost, than to have loved and bought inferior shoes.

The Continuing Adventures of Bi-curious Frankenstein

WOLFMAN: OK. I never…accidentally drowned a little girl while picking flowers.
FRANKENSTEIN: Arrgh! Frankenstein have to drink AGAIN!
THE MUMMY: OK, my turn. I never…made out with someone of the same sex. [Drinks]
FRANKENSTEIN: Frankenstein not know GAA does cuddling count?

FRANKENSTEIN: Arrgh! What happen? Last thing Frankenstein remember is building beeramid!
WOLFMAN: Relax, Frankenstein. Nothing happened. You just crashed in my room.
FRANKENSTEIN: Whew. Wait! Where Frankenstein’s pants? Arrgh!

GIRLFRIEND: Frankie, is this your exfoliant in the bathroom?
FRANKENSTEIN: Arrgh! Maybe?
GIRLFRIEND: Don’t be embarrassed. I just never realized you were a metrosexual.
FRANKENSTEIN: Wait! What you mean? What you hear?
GIRLFRIEND: Frankie, the term “metrosexual” just refers to a man who spends a lot of time and money on his appearance, or uses lots of cosmetic products.
FRANKENSTEIN: Frankenstein read book say period of exploration normal! Not mean anything!
GIRLFRIEND: I’m sorry. You’re not a metrosexual, OK, Frankie?
FRANKENSTEIN: Frankenstein’s skin made from corpses! Low relative humidity make Frankenstein’s skin dry out! Arrgh! [Pause] Details for Men is perfectly fine magazine!

RAVER: This E is hitting me hard.
OTHER RAVER: Here, drink some water.
FRANKENSTEIN: Whoa, Frankenstein so high. Any you boys want hand massage?
RAVER: Um, that’s OK, Frankenstein. I think you broke that other guy’s hand earlier.
OTHER RAVER: Come on, Frankenstein, let’s go dance! Put on the strobe light.
FRANKENSTEIN: Arrgh! Light flash so fast! Arrgh! [Breaks strobe, kills DJ and ravers, runs through wall and out of warehouse]

DRACULA: Frankenstein, I vant to suck your blood.
FRANKENSTEIN: Arrgh! Frankenstein not into that!
DRACULA: [Pause] Vant to vatch me vack off?
FRANKENSTEIN: [Nods]

THE MUMMY: Thanks for having us over to the castle, Frankenstein.
INVISIBLE MAN: Yeah, thanks. This plasma TV rocks.
THE MUMMY: What movie did you get? Dawn of the Dead? Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
FRANKENSTEIN: [Hands over DVD box]
INVISIBLE MAN: Y Tu Mam+A- Tambien???
FRANKENSTEIN: Frankenstein hear cinematography excellent. [Pause] At least watch until diving board scene, OK?

[Torch-wielding mob advances on castle]
MOB LEADER: We must destroy the inhuman monster! He is an abomination!
MOB: Yeah! Kill him!
DR. FRANKENSTEIN: Just because his lifestyle is different than yours, you need not persecute him!
MOB LEADER: Wait, no, you misunderstand. We object only to the murderous rampages and wanton destruction! Frankenstein’s personal life is none of our business.
MOB: Yeah! Respect his privacy!
MOB LEADER: [Pause] Besides, doesn’t he have a girlfriend?
DR. FRANKENSTEIN: You’re bigots, all of you!

Words from the Top

JOKE! Apologies Are for Ethnics

_Last month, we ran a piece called “A Guide to University Speech Codes.” However, we seem to have forgotten to include the word “JOKE!” in big block letters before satirizing the climate of hysterical political correctness on college campuses. In the following column, we have corrected that error. _

-ed.

Recently, the Heuristic Squelch has been the source of some controversy on campus. In response to the ensuing unrest within the university community, we have taken a measure to prevent further confusion about the content of our magazine. We hope this will clarify the intentions of our publication in terms JOKE! even a coolie could understand.

At one point, there was a bill before the ASUC senate that would officially condemn the Squelch and force us to print an apology for “poisoning the climate on campus.” Evidence cited for this included several racially-motivated crimes that were committed last year and JOKE! the fact that huffing paint feels really good. Wait, this issue of the Squelch caused ignorant criminals to attack people last semester? JOKE! We’re like the Marty McFly of hate crimes.

As is now apparent, JOKE! this has been a period of growth and maturity within the Squelch. It has also become apparent that the influence of comedy is much more powerful than we had originally thought. It was not clear, for instance, that referring to homosexual persons as JOKE! “anti-people” would cause the dormant hatred of society to reawaken and tear apart the tenuous wall of pretense that heretofore was the sole guardian of their right to exist as JOKE! human beings. This was printed under the assumption that our words were nothing more than satirical jest. Clearly, JOKE! we were wrong.

In spite of criticism from all sides, including JOKE! the ASUC, the Squelch has decided to bring its newfound influential powers to bear on campus. Here are just a few of the things that the Squelch pledges to accomplish in the coming months through its published content:

1) Eliminate crying due to sadness and pain, repurpose sadness to now be expressed by eating ice cream on sunny summer days with loved ones.

2) Procure an economy-line LCD monitor for a reasonable price.

3) Cease the incessant burning of the infernal sun.

4) Open nationwide chain of ice cream stands.

It is important to keep in mind that we, too, are merely college students. We, like you, probably just want to have sex JOKE! with other people. Other people like women.

So, if you have an LCD monitor you are willing to let go for around $150, please let us know. And if we made you cry, JOKE! we’re sorry.

Man Wraps Worldly Possessions in Cellophane

A man reportedly oblivious to all that is good and just in the world allegedly wrapped his worldly possessions in cellophane while you were listening to a lecture, sitting in a library, or otherwise attempting to concentrate on what the fuck you were doing.

The man, allegedly infuriated by the fact that all objects which he held earthly rights of possession to were not encased within the screeching grasp of a transparent plastic, slowly and deliberately shrouded each and every item, one after the other, in the least appropriate way possible.

According to witnesses, you jerked your head around agitatedly and threw your arms up in frustration several times, but to no avail. “I can’t…I can’t fucking believe this,” said you when reached for comment. “I just…I seriously can’t, just absolutely can’t fucking believe this.”

When he was done, the man proceeded to unwrap a small mint underneath the table while looking around guiltily, after which he left.

<i>Garden State</i> Soundtrack Gets Local Man Laid

Josh Newbin, a Berkeley junior, got laid last night solely because of the Garden State soundtrack. The album, featuring soul-wrenching songs from such artists as The Shins and Frou Frou, is known to give those listening to it an aura of intellectual indieness that many find appealing. It is also known to make panties drop.

“My game usually falls apart once I get girls back to my apartment,” Newbin noted, “but now I just put on ‘In the Waiting Line,’ say something deep about life and destiny, and let the good times roll.”

Josh’s lay, Cal sophomore Amy Bluth, described him as “really sensitive” and “different from the other guys” she’s slept with.

“He just seemed so concerned with the world, like he was thinking about so many things and only able to express them through his choice in music,” said Bluth.

Added Newbin in a cell phone call to his roommate, Alex Podesta, “Dude, I just got my dick wet.”

Man Wasting His Life by Enjoying It

Sources close to Berkeley resident Daniel Arnette report that the 24-year-old percussionist and freelance graphic designer is throwing his life away by habitually seeking happiness and fulfillment from his waking hours.

“Just last week, Daniel was telling me that he had spent the day holed up in his apartment, watching cartoons, eating potato chips, and practicing on his bongos,” said Arnette’s mother, Helen. “I can’t tell you how it breaks my heart to see him enjoying himself like that.”

Steve Hewitt, Arnette’s roommate and a sufferer of chronic fatigue syndrome, agreed. “No two ways about it: Dan’s in serious trouble here. If he doesn’t get it together soon, he’s going to wake up one morning and realize that he’s squandered the best years of his life having a good time.”

The Real Wonder Years

Ah, the Wonder Years. That special time in a boy’s life from 8 to 8:30 on ABC’s Wednesday night lineup. Sadly, the show deeply misled the youth of America by making us think that during any conversation or event in our lives, we could stop for a three-minute internal monologue featuring the voice of renowned comic/actor Daniel Stern.

Hiking…

Lindsay: What are you looking at, Kevin?
Kevin’s Internal Monologue: Oh no! A giant boulder was heading straight for Lindsay!
Lindsay: Why aren’t you talking?
Internal Monologue: Boy, this was a big moment in my life. I just knew that if I could save Lindsay from that giant boulder, I’d be a hero in her eyes. From that moment on I was resolved to act. I knew I could GAA
Lindsay: AHHHHHH!!!
Kevin: …Whoops.

Studying with Flashcards…

Mom: Okay, Kevin. I’ll hold up the card, and you read the word and tell me which periodic element it is. [Holds up card showing “Fe”]
Internal Monologue: It was hard remembering all the elements, but my mom cared about my education and she was always willing to…
Mom: Kevin! Can’t you even guess? This is an easy one.
Internal Monologue: Iron! It’s iron! Say iron!
Kevin: Phosphorus.
Internal Monologue: You fuckup. You fucking GAA dammit.

In Class…

Teacher: Okay, Kevin. Please show us how to solve this equation on the board.
Internal Monologue: Was he serious? I was no genius, how could I…
Teacher: Kevin, why are you staring into space? And where’s that warm, comforting background music coming from?
Kevin: Oh boy, this was getting bad fast.
Teacher: Who are you talking to and why are you speaking in the past tense?
Internal Monologue: Oh, nothing, Mr. Rhymer.
Kevin: Boy, that was close.
Teacher: Are you retarded or something?

On a Date…

Winnie Cooper: I had a great night, Kevin. We should do this again sometime.
Internal Monologue: Oh boy, she was leaning forward. Did she want me to kiss her? What if I leaned forward to kiss her and she pulled back? I knew this was a big moment and I was scared, but I had to make a decision before GAA
Winnie Cooper: AHHHHHH!!!!!!
Internal Monologue: Wow, two boulders in one day. What are the odds? I should really stop taking people to the sunken edge of this gorge.

Gambling on Baseball Games…

Paul: Kevin, you’re crazy. The Seattle Pilots will never beat the Senators.
Kevin: I’m telling you. They’re gonna win the pennant.
Paul: Wanna bet 50 dollars?
Internal Monologue: Boy. This was a big decision. Did I want to gamble even though my father forbade it?…Wait, shit, I remember that A.L. pennant race. They lost! DON’T MAKE THE BET! DON’T MAKE THE BET!
Kevin: You’re on!
Internal Monologue: Aw, screw this, I’m gonna flash back to that episode where special guest gym teacher Robert Picardo taught sex ed and hilarity ensued. [Wistful sigh] Hilarity ensued.