Things You Will Never Hear: The people who would most likely say them

31 05 2008

By: Dres F.C.

“Wow this party is really lame. I’ma run to my car and grab that Dashboard Confessionals CD. Liven this bitch up!”

Person Who May Actually Say This: 23-28 year old males. Generally like to pop their collars. Still live their life like they are in their fraternity. Like to go to a park and lay out a blanket for one, where they then serenade passers who never asked for this form of torture with their guitar playing. Patchwork shorts. Visor turned upside down.

Defining Factor: Single.

“The musical talents of both Creed and Nickelback really set them apart from other alt rock bands.”

Person Who May Actually Say This: 7-28 year old. Male or female. Caucasian. Can be found under rocks. You may have to repeat things to them more than once due to their hearing being close to deaf. They may say things like, “Talk into my good ear.” Oversized headphones with the music so loud you can hear the lyrics clear as day walking 5 feet away.

Defining Factor: Rides the short bus.

“I will bet everything I have that Sammy Sosa didn’t take steroids.”

Person Who May Actually Say This: 40 year old male. Dominican. Bulging Muscles. May slip in and out of an accent. Will probably tell you he doesn’t speak English after having an entire conversation with you. Wears a Chicago Cubs hat, and Texas Rangers shirt.

Defining Factor: Is Sammy Sosa

“Samantha from Sex and the City is NOT a whore who spreads more easily than melted butter on toast.”

Person Who May Actually Say This: 27-43 years old. Woman. Can be found at a bar. Drinks a Martini. Either by herself or with a woman that looks exactly like her. To much make up. Cleavage. Men 10 years her younger can be seen nearby telling their friends to “check out that cougar.” Pridefully accepts the nickname “Cougar.”

Defining Factor: Lonely and upset with her life.

“M Night Shyamalan’s movies really keep improving with each cinematic effort.”

Person Who May Actually Say This: ….?

Male Version: “I swear to God I’m not gay. I just love the taste of cock in my mouth.”

Female Version: “Mom, I’m not gay. I just love the feel of vagina in my face”

Person Who May Actually Say This: 18-79 year old. Female or Male. Likes to toss around the word, “experimenting.” Most likely found near a college campus, though has been known to reach every corner of the age spectrum. When wearing a political t-shirt it has a picture of an elephant. Wants to build a giant wall separating the U.S.A. and Mexico. Overly straight in front of people to compensate.

Defining Factor: Masturbates to the same sex.





Madeline: a Children’s Story

30 05 2008

By: Kari G.

After Madeline wandered around Paris as a small child, she disappeared off the literary map. Here’s where she’s been:

Madeline

Part One

In an old box in Paris that was covered with grime,
Lived twelve filthy bums and a struggling mime.
They drank themselves to death on wine…
The drunkest one was Madeline!

The stinky booze did cloud up her head,
Until she awoke in a stranger’s crusty bed.
Her blue-buttoned coat was infected with staph…
From her romps in dark alleys for a buck and a half.

Though her childhood friends only mused over crepes,
Her “suitors” now confirm that the rug matches the drapes.
Even the unkempt man near the Circle K…
Traded Madeline crack for a roll in the hay.

The old Miss Clavel would’ve hated drug addiction,
But she’s stuck on a cot with an Alzheimer’s affliction.
With no one there to tell her no…
Madeline sold her body for an ounce of blow.

Even her poor dog Genevieve couldn’t lend a paw,
For she was hit by a truck as witnesses saw.
With all this turmoil, loss and death…
Madeline had no choice but to turn to meth.

As Madeline lay awake in her dingy old box,
Wasted and hiding her drugs in her socks,
She wondered what happened to her friends from school…
And if they too slept in urine and drool.





Stupid Awesome Advice

29 05 2008

All advice from the… Aloysius Mudd

Aloysius is looking out for you.

Q: Fuck You

Dear Asshole,

What makes you qualifide to write an advice colum? I’ve read ur shit and it stinks worse than Al Roker fisting Rush Limbaugh on a hot summer’s day. Who do you think you are?

Signed,

Fuck You

A: Aloysius Mudd

Dear Fuck You,

Thanks for the letter! As for my qualifications, my friends have often told me that I always do the exact opposite of what is right, and I got to thinking, “What if societal norms of behavior are all bullshit? What if I’m always right about everything?”

And that was all the justification that I needed. I am here to provide you with the best advice I am capable of. Rest assured, you won’t find advice like this with the “other guys”!

(P.S. You seem to have a healthy obsession with fat people fisting. Go with that.)

Send your questions, stories, or whatever to aloysiusmudd@gmail.com

Q: Boned & Desperate

Dear Aloysius,

I’m in high school and I have a huge chem final tomorrow! I’m totally screwed! How do I get out of it.

Boned And Desperate

A: Aloysius Mudd

Please, call me Al. BAD, here is the totally true real-life thing that I did to help my friend out of a similar jam when I was in high school. I got pretty much perfect grades in high school (ANOTHER reason why I’m qualified to write an advice column ;) ) so I was merely the orchestrator of this scheme and not the benefactor.

Here’s what you do: Find a couple of those “on-the-edge” type characters that the system generally manages to sift down to prison by his 20th birthday. You must get these individuals (remember, they must be “on the edge”) to provide a distraction. One of them must defecate on the floor (people talked about this for years at my high school) while the other one yells and acts vaguely threatening to the teacher.

You will probably need to pay your accomplices fifty dollars EACH.

While the mayhem ensues, it will be perfectly easy for you find the master copy of the test. If your teacher is anything like mine, it will probably be hidden in the middle drawer next to naked pictures of her live-in boyfriend!

Well, that’s all the time I have this week, my little MuddPies. As always, send your questions, stories, or whatever to aloysiusmudd@gmail.com





Damnit Eric Gagne: A completely fake letter to the former Dodger Great

29 05 2008

By: Dres F.C.

Hey V-Tek, can you pick up my dignity when you get my arm?

Dear Eric Gagne,

Why do you torture me on so many levels? Every time I see your face three feelings come to my mind. The first is, shit, now I won’t be able to breathe for three outs. Which could be a really long time and due to my lack of Navy Seal training I can’t hold my breath that long so I may actually pass out.

The second is, shit, (again); I hope I don’t need a win from Sheets, or Gallardo this week in my head-to-head league.

Lastly, I think to myself I wish I had a razor so I could shave that beard.

See Mr. Gagne, I wanted you to know how you make me feel because I love my Milwaukee Brewers and I really enjoy my fantasy leagues. Those are two things that you are really messing up for me lately. There is a reason that even with your nine saves on the season you remain un-owned in many fantasy leagues. Did you know Joe Borowski also had a terrible ERA last year with a lot of saves but was significantly more owned than you? Joe Borowski!

Again Mr. Gag-me, I’m not sure if you know this but there are a lot of Brewer fans out there that are scratching their head as to how or why we are paying you $10,000,000 a year. I put that in numerals because I figured you were use to big numbers looking at your ERA all season. That’s a lot of zeros in your contract that I am just not seeing you put up on the scoreboard.

Ok, I’ve had it with the pot shots, but what I say next is serious.

Are you ready?

I guarantee you have not heard this one yet.

Ok…here it goes.

For the sake of my Brewers and my fantasy league please start taking steroids again. Your reputation is already ruined. You have stolen $10,000,000 from a not rich Brewer franchise. The least you can do is help us win some games along the way. By the time you would get caught you could have already helped us to a first place finish and a playoff berth. Think about how happy you could make people again.

Think about the smiling faces on the little boys. Sure it won’t be in admiration but it will teach them something every athlete should practice and preach. Taking one for the team. Really, it’s the ultimate selfless act.

Think about all the Boston fans you can piss off by being awesome again. (They deserve a little poke in the ribs after so many of their fans have broken their own Bill Simmons’ rules of a sports fan)

Think about showing up in Dodger stadium and shutting down the heart of the order to seal a crucial win. And, Eric, please think about me because, as much as it pains me to encourage a player to cheat, I really can’t hold my breath that long.

Yours truly,

Bud Selig.