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[Ethan]

Personally, I always thought he was black ...
but couldn't those actually be Brad Pitt's legs?

In any case, this pic is going on eBay tonight.

White House Refuses to Answer Subpoenas

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When I saw that headline on CNN.com, I thought, 'Wow, you can just refuse to answer them?' Too bad Paris Hilton didn't know that a month ago. And just wait until Babs finds out!

As Supreme Chancellor of the tiny country of LOBOnia -the border being a 10-foot mobile radius around myself- this has little effect on me; we seceded from the nation months ago. But this is fantastic news for you, 'o Loyal Reader!

Cast away those piles of nuisance parking and speeding tickets, as the reign of oppression is no more. I would still recommend a non-confrontational attitude if you're ever pulled over by the police, as they might not yet be aware that they have no authority whatsoever.

The fact that they were living a lie all this time might be somewhat traumatic. Be supportive. Offer him or her one the refreshing beers icing in the passenger seat, and maybe a soothing hit off of your bong; revelations like this are seldom pleasant, and a kind, humanitarian gesture like that might make all the difference in the world.

Above all, be gracious in your moment of moral victory. Remember, this poor slob is now dejected, unemployed, on drugs and alcohol, and still has a shit-ton of weapons for which to "tune you up".

--just like in the Good 'Ole Days.

Was Paris Hilton Really Released?

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Here is a photo of Paris before prison:




But here is a photo of Paris being released from prison today:




Now while the resemblance is incredible, you might notice that "post-prison Paris" has more delicate, effeminate and attractive features than the original --a mistake commonly made during makeshift prison plastic surgeries.

Scienticians from the Predator Press Research Laboratory have taken tiny microscopic measurements over areas such as the forehead slope, bust size, chin length, et cetera, and have come back with a startling conclusion:


Clearly, what we have here is an imposter.

Was this a mystery person that spent three weeks doing "hard time" for our beloved princess? Or part of an elaborate prison escape?

Hm?

Exclusive: Tank Johnson Linked to Jessie Davis Murder

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Bobbie Cutts Jr., suspect in the double murder of Jessie Davis and her unborn child, may not have acted alone.

A preliminary investigation has revealed that Cutts had a personal relationship with the troubled Bears player Tank Johnson.


"The association is as chilling as it is clear," states world-renown documentarian Oliver Stone. "Cutts had a dry cleaner who cleaned the suit of a college roommate of a guy that once had lunch with an Aflac saleswoman who bought a used car from a guy whose brother once fueled it in a gas station less than thirty feet from a mailbox --a mailbox conveniently used to send written correspondence all over the United States, including but not limited to Bobbie Cutts Jr himself. The implications are staggering."

Stone continues on to allege that Cutts had watched numerous Bears games on television --many that included “Tank” personally—most likely looking for visual cues and instructions. In his interview with “Son of Sam” slayer David Berkowitz, Berkowitz surmised that “[Cutts] probably felt the neighbor’s barking dog was annoying and often unreliable, and turned to professional football like any other guy that wants to kill his wife”.

The neighbor’s barking dog and Adam "Pacman" Jones, while wanted for questioning, have not yet been formerly charged with any involvement.

NBC, Predator Press Vie for Post-Prison Paris

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Our initial offer was some 2-for-1 Whopper coupons, and one for $4 off for an oil change at Meineke.

But then NBC edged us out by offering an additional $999,992.00 in cash.

So I call Brian Williams, right? I says "Brian, Buddy. What are you doing?"

And Brian says, "We're going to scoop you on this one LOBO. I've secretly always wanted to have a larger, more popular news organization than Predator Press."

"As Paris' oldest and staunchest supporters and fans," I reply, "we're still counting on her coming through for us instead. And NBC has a lot of potential; don't jeopardize your credibility over some petty jealousy."

"Screw you LOBO," says Brian. "We're getting this story."

"Screw me!?" I says. "I'll wedgie you up to your ears, you jerk!"

"Yeah," says David. "You and what army, you stinky-faced poo-poo head?"

"I know you are but what am I?" I retort cleverly.

"I'm rubber and you're glue-"

"I know you are but what am I?" I maintain relentlessly. Then, sticking fingers in both ears, I sing "Lalalalala" for like five minutes.

At some point, he hung up on me.

Real mature, Brian.

Real mature.

Editorial: The Driver 'Ten Commandments'

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Ethan and I have to weigh in on this; we've always been of the opinion that the ability to drive is reflected inversely by the number of 'Jesus Fish' symbols proudly displayed on the bumper.

So if 'Jesus is your co-pilot' and God is now in the back seat, do we all need to start driving minivans again?

1. You shall not kill.

Redundant? Maybe. If you remember, this is already in the 'Original Charter'. Or is that a subtle reminder that plague, pestilence, famine, locusts and floods are still okay?

Hmmmmmmm.

2. The road shall be for you a means of communion between people and not of mortal harm.

The only people we've ever seen "communing" on a road were in the major Chicago Metropolitan Area, on either I-94, or I-290.

And they're probably still there.

--praying for The Rapture.

3. Courtesy, uprightness and prudence will help you deal with unforeseen events.

So might a fortune teller, but looking into the future equals witchcraft. Thusly, 'courtesy, uprightness and prudence' may be actually considered Heresy.

4. Be charitable and help your neighbor in need, especially victims of accidents.

Always flip the decapitated family a buck or two to ease their suffering.

5. Cars shall not be for you an expression of power and domination, and an occasion of sin.

Yeah. We're in agreement on this one: All you cats out there with decals that say 'Git 'R Done' or have Calvin peeing on stuff are gonna be skinny-dipping in The Lake of Fire in fairly short order.

6. Charitably convince the young and not so young not to drive when they are not in a fitting condition to do so.

This is a call to return to what 'The Finger' originally represented.

7. Support the families of accident victims.

--and when you're pulling them out of the burning car, be sure to jerk their spine around violently; it might help 'bring them to'.

8. Bring guilty motorists and their victims together, at the appropriate time, so that they can undergo the liberating experience of forgiveness.

Bringing guilty motorists and their victims together is how the motorists became guilty and the victims became victims in the first place.

We recommend joining the 'Jaycees' or maybe a Rotary instead.

9. On the road, protect the more vulnerable party.

Throw them your handguns and grenades. Now you've not only protected them, but odds are you're the new 'more vulnerable party'.

--But always remember when 'turning the other cheek', everyone has a maximum of four --unless you're really, really fat.

10. Feel responsible toward others.

We're convinced this is a sentence fragment. It should say "Feel responsible toward others at very high speeds, and surrounded by two tons of fiberglass and steel".

--because if they ever do anything stupid like that again, you're responsible.

Spamlet: Act II

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"Okay," I says to the Ghost of Christmas Past. "Now you're going to give me shit too?"

"Look," he points out. "The 'Ghost of Christmas Past' wasn't in Hamlet. And why the hell would I try and give everyone the Christmas Spirit in June? I'm supposed to be in the Bahamas!"

"That's why he picks you up in the stealth bomber right before the duel with Hitler's Robotanks," I says, losing patience. "You know, why don't you try doing a little homework first, lil miss 'Negative Nancy'? It's all right there in my first draft."

"Sir?" a shrill voice yells up to the window. "Sir, are you there?"

I flip open the shutters, and look six stories down onto the sidewalk. "See?" I says.

"It's Tiny Tim," scowls the ghost, perplexed. "What is he doing here?"

"This is the part when the crippled poor kid mooches a Christmas turkey off of newly-redeemed Hamden-"

"Hamlet," the ghost corrects. "And the character you are referring to is actually Ebenezer Scrooge."

"Hang on there boy!" I yell out the window. "Ebenezer Scrooge wasn't in 'Hamlet' dumbass," I says, turning to the ghost. "And Predator Press isn't about 'accuracy'. It's about making sure that the moral of the story is conveyed intact." I lean down into my deep-freezer, and produce a 70-pound frozen turkey. "Wow," I grunt. "This thing must have been a damn Pterodactyl!"

"Hurry sir," Tiny Tim calls faintly. "I'm getting weak from malnutrition, and I think one of my crutches is about to break!"

"I'm coming you impatient little shit! Now shut the fuck up before you piss off my neighbors! I'm busy." Struggling with the slippery turkey, I set it on the edge of the freezer. "I'll bet that little prick is going to be a real pain in the ass once Hitler turns him into a nuclear cyborg."

"So what exactly is the moral in Shakespeare's Hamlet?" the ghost asks.

"See, Omelet-"

"Hamlet."

"Would you stop interrupting me when I'm trying to answer your questions?"

"Sorry."

"Help me get this thing up on the windowsill, okay? In this adaptation, Hansel, the main character, is deeply-wounded mostly because his sister Gretel is in love with his mother Ediplex. Plus she's like this really messy eater ... every time they have a picnic, there's like breadcrumbs all over the place. This pisses off the cops, and gets them fined like a million dollars by the EPA."

"You've never even read Hamlet, have you?"

"Sure I have," I reply.

"Is that it, sir?" calls up the boy excitedly.

"You betcher bony crippled ass it is, Rick!" I yell down. "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir!" cries Tiny Tim, arms outstretched.

"Wait," says the ghost. "You're not going to-"

"Here goes!" I cry, pushing the turkey smoothly over. "Four seconds remaining in the game, and Green Bay is up by four; LOBO sees an open man in the End Zone--!"

"I got it!" cries Tim. "I got i-!"

Suddenly, there's this thick, wet thud.

"It's complete!" I cry, shooting my arms up in the air. "Home run! LOBO wins it! The crowd goes wild!" Shaking my fist in celebration, I jog victoriously in a little circle while simulating a raspy crowd noise in my throat. "In your face, Brett Favre!"

"You killed him!" cries the ghost from the window.

"What? Nah. Look." I says, pointing at a twitching shoe surrounded by a growing pool of blood. "He's still moving. He's fine. Stuff like this builds much-needed character in today's uncultivated youth."

"Well he's leaking 'character' all over the place," says the ghost.

"Hey, along with all that great parking, a little rain must fall. And sometimes that rain comes in the form of big gigantic frozen turkeys. Is it my fault this place isn't wheelchair accessible? You heard him: he had crappy crutches; this was bound to happen eventually."

"So you're saying a 70-pound frozen turkey falling six stories on a crippled, starving boy was most likely inevitable."

"No, I suggested potato salad, or maybe coleslaw. The turkey was his idea."

"So you're merely the medium through which the 'Hand of Destiny' works?"

"Yep. Act of God. This happens all the time around the North Pole. You're just walking around minding your own business, you know, building igloos and clubbing baby sea lions, and suddenly a flock of indigenous turkeys succumb to hypothermia while flying overhead. Then wham. It's all over. Entire villages are wiped out. It's tragic."

"And this relates to Hamlet how, exactly?"

"Who?"