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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

State of the Blog Site Address

By Cheese

My fellow Bloggers. In the spirit of American politics, I stand before you today to address the state of this blog site and it's current writers. (who, incidentally, should be applauded for NOT being on strike) There has been a firestorm of controversy that has, shall we say, molested "Goldmind's Unwind" in recent weeks and some issues need to be tackled once and for all. Let me just say in general, that the state of this blog site is severely warped. And it's prognosis is sickly at best. In other words, it's right where we want it to be! (pause for applause)


First and foremost, I want to clear up some hurtful gossip involving myself. (It's my blog entry so I'll use ego and put myself first thank you very much!) I have received your emails regarding my posts and I am inclined to make a few responses. Foambubble36, you and your hotmail account are on the forefront of my mind. While it's true that my grasp of the English language is tenuous at best, and while it's also true that I am a vulgar degenerate, there is no way you could possibly know all those things about my mother and several illicit members of the animal kingdom. The evidence to support your claims is circumstantial at best. MarkP at Hammertoe.net, all I can say is that my alcoholism is off limits! Do I write you emails referencing your chronic masturbation syndrome? Of course not! I have taste! Diseases are not funny! And lastly dad, I received your email too. And all I can say is same to you! What ever happened to family support? You've been a real tool since your secretary gave you syphilis, you know that?


But I digress. There are other things I need to get off my chest here today, and I cannot afford to interrupt myself. For instance, the photographs of Numbsain and I in various compromising positions that were leaked to babyoil.com. Now, ladies and gentleman, I am not a heartless man, but I AM an opportunist. With the very recent passing of Heath Ledger and the insider knowledge that Brokeback Mountain 2 was in it's beginning production stages, I encouraged Numbsain to pose in some risque photographs that were to be sent as a pictorial audition for the vacant movie role! That is all! I categorically deny receiving any enjoyment from those photographs and chalk up my euphoric expression to exceptionally good acting. I cannot, however, speak for Numbsain. Or his cute dimples.


But enough about me! There is other skulduggery taking place that needs to be addressed. The mysterious absence of the site's namesake has led to widespread speculation and rampant rumormongering by blog muckrakers everywhere. Shame on you! Goldmind has been located and is very safe where he is at. Your speculation that he changed his gender and became an Albright or that he is the male Jennifer Flowers of the current Clinton campaign was way off base and demeaning. And double shame on you cheeseisreallywritingthis.com! As if making outlandish claims somehow makes up for your lack of facts! Joined the cast of Riverdance indeed! Bah! All of you are lucky that Goldmind has a penchant for kleptomania and is indisposed for the next 5-8 years due to poor legal representation, I'll tell you that! There'd be hell to pay otherwise!


And even our poor Guinness failed to escape the gossip mill. The new Heidi Fliess? Are you kidding me? Guinness is a saint! A darling! She's so pure that she wore white before and after her Hustler photo shoot! None of you are fit to shine her knee high leather boot! To feel the lash of her cat o' nine tails!


Time to wind down. My blood pressure is now at it's boiling point. It has not escaped me that I have somewhat gotten away from the state of the actual blog site itself, but the firestorm of controversy simply had to be addressed.


As to the site itself, it is consistent. Economically it is as broke as ever with no plan in place to rectify that. Socially, we are inept, confused, isolationists who go home after another awkward day at work and torture whoever we have tied up in our cellar. Educationally, the site is lacking in anything but rudimentary cunning and poo poo jokes. In terms of foreign policy, the site is in English so it his highly discriminatory towards all foreigners. And on the controversial topic of immigration, we here at the site have vowed to outsource at least 30% of our jokes to illegal immigrants in an effort to thwart government attempts to stop the employment of illegals.

Por que el pollo cruzo el camino?

Para conseguir al otro lado.


So my fellow bloggers. As we look ahead on the coming year, Goldmind's Unwind hopes to continue providing you the same low brow, irresponsible, sick minded humor laced with vulgarity that we've always given. It is this level of perseverance that has inspired you to hate us so and slander our collective reputations at every given opportunity. And for this we sincerely thank you.


El Cheesemo.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

20 Worst Christmas Gifts

20. Cat Velcro ... Kitty will never stray again

19. Ronco mash-o-matic fingerprint eliminator

18. Toothpaste Bomb Set

17. Fart in a Box

16. What's O.J. Done Now? Board Game

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15. Bionic Sphincter Kit

14. Dr. Scientist Kit: Rusty nails, hypodermic needle, 10cc tetanus

13. My Pretty Piercing Parlor—Hours of piercing fun for your tongue, ears, nose, and more!

12. Beanie Afterbirth

11. Potty Mouth Pam Doll - Pull her string and she shouts "Doo Doo Head!" and more!

10. Squirrel Farm

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9. Pray Station—Cyberchurch game console plays all your favorites: NUN-chuck, The Sermonizer, X-treme Confession, CyberBible 2000, Rabid Dogmas, PriestMeat Escape, Sunday Mass Murderer and more! Virtual morality for home or pew!

8. Slip 'n Fall—Rooftop Outdoor Water Slide

7. Electronic Handheld Ways-to-Commit-Suicide Suggester

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6. Severed Chihuahua head key chain

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5. Johnny Tweaker: My First Meth Lab!

4. Streetwalker Barbie & Big Pimpin' Ken

3. Children Buried Under My House Board Game

2. My first anti-depressant - Ages 2 and up

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1. Tickle me Father Elmo catholic priest doll

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Rome, Circa 25 B.C.

Bonus and Meniscus at the Vomitorium, Part I

by Guinness

"Hail, Bonus!" shouted Meniscus from across the forum. "Where you beheaded?"

"It's Sunday, you fool, and as customary, I intend to conjoin with Ignoramus at the vomitorium to gorge myself until filled to the gullet, purge, and repeat until my esophogus is squeaky clean."

"Oh, but of course! My cousin Virus is visiting from the rivalous region of Gaul, and would enjoy an orgy of food and drink...may he attend?"

"Virus? Never heard of him and do not care to have my purge ogled by strange Gauls."
"Oh, it is but my regret. What thoughts have you of the young fellow, Stimulus Terminus?"

"Ah, yes, indeed, bring that one along. I could use a bit of purging at the other end, provided either Ramses, Trojan or Magnum are packing the sheepskins, that is." Bonus dismissed Meniscus with a brusque wave of his heavily braceleted arm.

"Very good, we shall see you at XII sharp then!" called Meniscus after the retreating toga.

The vomitorium teamed with sweating, curly-haired men, some togas hanging off the shoulder, mouths greasy with game juices, wine, grapes and figs. In the center, a stone edged circular recepticle received the exodous of anal and gastric passages. Heaven on Earth, the epitome of man's societal modernization! As Meniscus entered, he spotted Hippopotamus gorging himself with a roasted leg of mutton, Status keeping tabs on the victual levels, Census counting heads, Sinus sneezing vomit from his nasal passages, Hiatus passed out under the fruit table, and his good friend Meniscus with Stimulus Terminus. Fabulous, he thought, and strode to the beverage table... "A shot of tetanus, make it a double."

As Bonus swallowed his beverage, a rucous arose amidst the patrons. Projectilus Vomitus was hurling colorful streams of fruit juiced pork back in a glorious five foot arc which landed dead center into the recepticle. A slightly built toga'd figure underneath the arc screeched "ROJECTILEPAY OMITVAY!" in a female voice. Every good citizen of Rome knew women weren't allowed in the vomitorium.

"Ceasar! er SEIZE HER!" the crowd clamored.

end of part I.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

50 Bumper Stickers Likely to Confuse or Anger Fellow Americans (recently revised/updated)

editors disclaimer: The following suggestions are a JOKE and your kind, loving authors do not desire to offend anyone at all whatsoever in any way, shape, or form and cannot be responsible for anyone blowin' a gasket. Please do not be angry at such authors or desire hell-fire upon their souls. Thank you.

50. Nice people swallow
49. Terrified immigrants in trunk
48. If you can read this, I'll bust a cap in your ass!
47. I'd rather be driving
46. My son is a lazy fat ass at ___ Middle School
45. Car carries no driver
44. This is my opinion
43. My child is a retard; he thinks this touts his scholastic achievement
42. Christians for Phariseeism
41. Honk if you're a non-conformist
40. Hillary Clinton also spells "Nylon Tar Chilli"
39. A dirty possum gave me crabs
38. Jesus Loves Me... every night
37. This vehicle equipped with Fred Flintstone brakes
36. Seeing eye dog on board
35. I'd rather be sodomized
34. Kosher Killer Klowns on Board
33. I love bumper cars!
32. Is necrophilia really so wrong?
31. I'm deeply in love with my money grubbing, scum sucking wife
30. Let's all crash into a wall & go to heaven right now!
29. I sure do have to pee in that last stall at the rest stop on Exit 45
28. God asked me to kill you
27. Proud American Nationalistic Ethnocentric Mother Fucker
26. My child ain't squat of the month
25. Jesus wore K-mart sandals!
24. I love golden showers!
23. Jimmy Smokes Crack and I don't care
22. Objects in driver’s seat are smarter than they appear
21. Jesus is my lord and savior....but Tito is my pool boy
20. Why don't you let your student of the month drive?
19. My child was aborted
18. I shoot people who pass me
17. I vomit out my sunroof
16. I love unattended children
15. Steven Hawking is a moron!
14. Driver loves hard licker
13. We're all dead in this car, which is careening out of control as we speak.
12. I eat babies
11. I bought this Mercedes with crack dollars!
10. Catch my 2-year old!
9. As for me and my house, we shall worship a horned hoofed beast
8. Bastard Magnet
7. I'm on acid and this road looks like chocolate
6. Old enough to pee, old enough for me
5. My child is the owner of a Congressional Medal of Honor, the Nobel Prize, and a Pulitzer Prize. Now what was it you were saying about your child?
4. My other car is a piece of shit too
3. Yes I believe in equal rights, Bitch
2. Assholes are just nice people turned upside down
1. How’s my drinking?
~numbsain, Guinness, Cheese, Goldmind

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

25 Worst Cat Names



Concocted/assembled by Cheddar, Goldmind, Guinness & numbsain

25. Fruitpoot
24. Clawed
23. Sphinxter
22. Puss n' Butts
21. Lap Pussy
20. Long Duc Dong
19. Pissy
18. Fido
17. Sandshit
16. Joe Pastafazooka
15. Shitty Shat
14. Tubesteak
13. Itchypussy
12. Violinnards
11. Purr snatcher
10. Furburger
9. The Turdinator
8. Meouch
7. Fartbubbles
6. Vaginym
5. Queef
4. Napkin
3. Osama Bin lickin'
2. Dump Clump
1. Seoul Food


It should be noted that these names are, in actuality, names that humans have given cats and not names by which cats denote themselves. Some believe that the phonetic sounds produced by a cats vocal apparatus such as "Marl," "Marlo" or "Mew" (which would be short for "Bartholomew")are the cats name choices but this is a myth. These words actually mean:
"Feed me" "Clean out my box" or "Excuse me, my tail seems to be pinned underneath you rocking chair leg. Could you please remove it at once?" these words and meanings are interchangable. In truth, cats have very unique and specific names and following is a list of all the known cat names:

Prencmukle
Verinccenzi
Guillumontague
Asperacticus
Feelschmelp
Schutzky
Bullmifer
Prudence
Fagafagamoomoo
Inscrepchima
Bowelfritter


All cats alive today in the modern world go by one of these names. (Not listed in alphabetical order because cats do not recognize any alphabet as we know it.) Interestingly, these names, although widely varying at first appearance, to the cat, are all pronounced "Meow" with extremely subtle differences which are undetectable to the human ear.

A Delicious Cat Recipe
This yummy dish is perfect for a light lunch when you have 14 five year olds over on the false premise of a birthday party. Don't tell the little bedwetters they've eaten cat until they've already gobbled it all down. Warning: This dish may cause diarrhea if served with a tall glass of embalming fluid.

1 Can—Cat Spam
®
3 tbsps—Pure Cat Extract
1 Medium sized Cat (with fur)
12 dashes—Cat Zest
1/2 tsp—Knorrs Cat Seasoning
5 large—Russet Potatos
1/8 cup—Whole Watermelon
4 pcs—Crumbly Kitchen Sponge
2 1/2 tsps—Motor Oil
1 Whole Tuna Fish Vagina

Combine the Silly putty, Bamboo shoots and Aspirin in a medium sauce pan and fling out window. Sift together Cat Spam®, Sponge and Tuna Fish Vagina in large mixing bowl and set aside. Throw the potatos at the first buck-toothed lesbian you see (do not hurt or injure lesbian in any way. Lesbians are an important part of the ecosystem and should be treated with care). Mash the Cat until stiff peaks form and preheat oven to 13 degrees. Arrange the remaining ingredients decoratively in an Iron walrus embryo shaped skillet (If you don't have one shaped like a walrus embryo, forget the whole thing let all the ingredients run free in a sparsley populated area). Next eat the Cat Zest right out of the tube and serve at once. Serves 8 fat pigs or 400 older midgets who have stapled stomachs.

This space reserved as a memorial for our beloved deceased cat Limpy who was accidentally killed when he was run over by 43 cars on the freeway. (it may have been more but after 43 we stopped watching) We love you Limpy! Rest in Pieces!
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It should also be noted that in cultures that accept the use of cat in the diet, there are other names given the cat and they are as follows:

Cat au Gratin
Cat with Rice
Sauteed Cat with Mixed Vegetables
Cheesy Cats n' Macaroni
Paté de Cat
Cat Loaf
Kittens in Blankets
Cat Stroganoff
Kitty Stew
Chat de la Gorgonzeaux, Encrusted with Blue Cheese and Peppercorns
Stuffed Cat
Spaghetti and Cat Sauce
Pussy Alfredo
Cat Carbonaro
Peanut Butter and Cat Sandwich
Kitten Milk
Fresh Seasoned Cat Chunks over a garlic rice pilaf
Catatouie
Raw Cat Hand Roll
Broiled Cats
Enchiladas Del Gato


Usually, these dishes are enjoyed with a hearty Merlot or a Dry Sherry. However if the cat is to be enjoyed as a cocktail, we recommend the following:

Cat Drinks:

Dry Cat Martini
Cat Gimlet
Shirley Tabby
Cat, Straight Up
(no more than three recommended if driving)


Lastly, are the names given to cats in response to aberrant behavior. They are:

STUPID CAT!
DUMB JERK CAT!
DAMNED CAT!
GROSS, STINKY CAT!
DISGUSTING CAT!


We hope you have enjoyed this updated information and if any new developments in cat nomenclature arise, we will update again.

Glossary of Cat Definitions

Sable-Toothed Tiger—A species of prehistoric cat whose diet consisted of only russian squirrels
Tony-the Tiger—A mythological big cat who touted the GRRRrrreatness of corn and sugar in the diet
Catapult—A Medieval weapon used to hurl felines at the enemy with great force
Catastrophe—Any truly bad situation that can be blamed on the presence of a cat or cats.
Catamaran—A seafaring vessel used in the transportation of cats
Cataclysm—A major disturbance in the world that some damn cat caused
Catalack—A large luxury sedan owned by fat cats.
Aristocats—A disgusting cat joke often told to showcase a humorists tolerance for vulgarity

Cat Movie Reviews:
The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing
a delightful if heartwrenching saga of an American man who falls in love with a Native American girl named Cat Dancing. But there love is ill fated as he becomes obsessed with being a contestant on The Gong Show. His act consists of torturing helpless felines into “dancing,” but it's more like twitching and spasming due to electrical shocks he gives the tabby's with surgically implanted devices. Strong language, weak storyline, harsh meowing, full frontal cat nudity, the sex is violent so it's okay for the kiddies to watch.

Monday, November 26, 2007

25 Worst Dog Names

List concocted/assembled by Cheddar, Goldmind, Guinness & numbsain

25. Bundy
24. Mistress
23. Crappy
22. Stain
21. Kitty
20. Anus
19. Worms
18. Sir Crapsalot
17. Spaylina
16. Coming Mary
15. Bedshits
14. Mein Führer
13. Wetspot
12. Fart
11. Hairpie
10. Fudgepacker
9. Stools
8. Meatsword
7. Grumblepoot
6. Butt Trumpet
5. Crotchie
4. Assie
3. Herpes
2. Buttsniffs
1. General Colon Bowel


Runners up for the top 25 worst dog names
Revised and added to by numbsain

Since Goldmind's Unwind first posted this list, we have received hundreds of letters each week from dogs with bad names. Most of them are irate, angry letters from canines under the mistaken impression that we were somehow responsible for their misfortune. This is not true. And to show our sympathy for these badly named dogs who apparently have learned to operate a computer (although their spelling and grammar is atrocious), we'd like to list some of the ridiculous names these pooches have been branded with:

Drive-By
Squirts
Moo
Thilly
Devil Dog
Bone smuggler
T-Bone Walker
Kibbles 'n Butts
Groincheck
Bark Simpson
Paw Prince
Oscar My-yer-a-Weener
Leash Ornament
Collar Otto
Guardenia
Vicious
Hal O. Tosis
Retard
Ol' Brown Nose
Uppan-died
Fran's best mend
Hydrant Hydrator
Growlf
Doo-doo-ronomy
Mucous
Dysplasia
Mangie
Choker
Sick-of'em
Loyola Many-Mount
Digger Blew
Thirston Howl III
Shedd
Puddles
T-Penis
Hell-Mutt
Teeter Poundsend
Pyuto
Mighty Stupid Dog
Spitbull
Michael Vicks Best Friend
Bingo the Dingo
Beeyotch
Old Smeller
Joan of Bark
Doggie Bowzer
Poop Dogg
Uri Nader
Dogeau
Dogma
Barf-all-on-you

Speaking of man's best friend, a term which seems a little demeaning to women if you ask me, If “the way to a man's heart is through his stomach” and a dog is man's best friend than why aren't there more recipes which incorporate dog ? Have no fear, coming soon:

Kanine Kulinary Klassics

Collie Flower Soup
Barbecue Pit Bull
Shitzu Shitaki Sushi
Poodle Noodle Strudel
Arroz Con Chihuahua
Weiner Dog Schnitzel
Setter A La Cheddar
German Shepherds Pie

edited by numbsain 2/08

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More Kanine Kuisine
added by numbsain 5/1/08

Who's mouth doesn't water uncontrollably at the very mention of a delectable Doberman, a scrumptious Scotty, or a Great Danish? There's no better way to satisfy a hungry appetite than with the delicious taste of fresh dog meat. Here's an Indian feast that'll have the whole family praying for puppies and ransacking the local kennels.

Samoyed Samosas
Ingredients:
1 medium sized Samoyed dog, boiled, skinned and mashed
1/2 cup boiled and drained green peas
1 1/2 tsp cumin seeds
1 tsp dog extract
1 tsp red flea powder
1/2 tsp puppy do-claw powder
1/2 tsp dog bone powder
1 tablespoon chopped dog nuts
Salt to taste
3 cups maida (all purpose dog flour)
1/2 cup maida, for rolling out
1 tablespoon heated dog ghee or dog oil
Oil for deep frying
1 tablespoon dog ghee (clarified dog butter) for the stuffing
1 small dog bowl of cold water

Method:
Beat the dog until dead
When the whiskers stop twitching, and yelping stops
add the dry powders and fry for 10 seconds.
Add the mashed Samoyed and green peas and mix well.
Mix in salt to taste.
Fry on a low flame for about 10 minutes.
Set aside.
combine the maida, dog ghee or dog oil and salt to taste.
Add enough water and walk the dog.
Set aside in kennel for about 10 minutes.
Divide the dog into round portions.
Take each portion and muzzle it so that
it does not bite your hands.
Roll it into a not too thin perfect dog shape.
Dip your index finger into the dog bowl
and apply it to the legged edge of the dog-shaped dough.
Now hold the dog in your hand.
Fold the legged edge , bringing together the furry edges.
Seal the watered edges.
You should now have a small dog-shaped maida pocket.
Stuff it with the Samoyed mixture and take the dog for walkies again.
Repeat for the rest of the dog
Deep fry in dog oil till dog colored and serve
with beagle chutney.


Spotted Dalmation Dal

Shoot the Dalmation and remove all spots with spot remover.
Cut a big chunk from the meatiest part of the dog and
eat it raw right then and there. Throw some dal in a pot
and boil it with some spices. When it looks like it will pass as supper
set aside in a large pile under a tree for eight years.
go out in the back yard and devour the rest of the dog carcass.

Poodle Puppy Pakora

In a large bowl, add the chickpea flour, optional puppy peppers, cumin, salt, water and oil. Whisk vigorously to incorporate air and make a fluffy batter. Alternatively, put all the batter ingredients into a blender and puree until smooth. Set aside and take the dog for walkies for about 20-30 minutes.Heat about 1-2 inches of oil in a heavy skillet or deep pot to 375°F. Using a fork, dip the prepared poodle puppies into the batter to coat.

Note: to prepare the poodle puppies, just tell them in a calm soothing voice, that they are going to be cooked and eaten now and everything will be alright. Give them a little kiss on the head and a few gentle strokes and then WHACK 'EM! Don't worry, they don't feel pain the way we do.

Then drop in small batches into the hot oil and deep fry until lightly browned on all sides. Drain on a paper towel-lined plate and serve with mint chutney or cilantro chutney.

Mango Lassie Lahssi

Lahssi is a delicious indian yogurt drink made from fresh dog milk.
We'll tell you how to make it next week!

Disclaimer: Goldmind's Unwind would like to make it very clear to our beloved readers, many of which are dog lovers, that this is all a joke and not meant to be taken seriously in any way. We absolutely do not, never did, and never will, under any circumstances, pretend to know anything about authentic Indian cooking, and although you can't go wrong with the great taste of dog meat, these recipes would probably, if prepared as indicated, taste like shit. Seriously though, we don't eat dogs...we're vegetarians.

Note to PETA: Just watch a Tom & Jerry cartoon and then talk to us about animal cruelty.

by Numbsain

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving from Goldminds Unwind!


by Guinness

Yes, that time once again, the rafter of turkeys I am loathe to call relatives will be on the wing to gobble up what mother has prepared. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor hail, not even a howling, blinding, gizzard will keep them away. They’ll carve themselves a spot at the table, and, over a cacophony of “peas pass the gravy,” “you breast be thankful!” and “gitcher hand off my thigh,” shall proceed to stuff themselves. On the spur of the moment, carUncle Tom will raise his glass to roast the family, while obese Aunt Hen-ny will wattle off to the toilet for the fifth time.

After dinner, the family will gather to raise the coop with music, daddy, a percussionist sage, will keep thyme and mince the meat out of his snare with golden drumsticks, while Sis Gibby shakes her breasts, bobs her neck and wiggles her pointed, fat tail. Baby Huey naively squeals, “dewlap dance, dewlap dance!” Cousin Feastus, drunk and teetering, will point at mother, and start in with his John Wayne impression… “I haven’t lost my temper in forty years, but Pilgrim, you could’ve gotten somebody killed today…WITH THAT COOKIN’! GUFFAW!”. I’ll become a bit of a snood, and pull Sis out of the room, sighing “Gib, let’s get real, remember what day it is… and tomorrow!” Daddy’s Labrador, named Black Friday, will jump on the kitchen counter and wish “bones” while carUncle Tom will again weave through the maize of furniture to the ash tray. Slurred speech will ensue, “No, vember that one time… Thursday was a settler downer-er… she’d mash and whip my tater’s…”

Point is, whether you be clad in dark meat or white meat, I hope you’ll be stuffing yourselves this Thanksgiving, as you count your dressings! Even if Bruce announces he’s gay and Betty announces she’s pregnant! By carUncle Tom.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

12 Worst American College Mascots

assembled by Cheddar, Goldmind, Guinness, & numbsain
("Wiscy," pictured to the right, did not make our list this year)

12. The baboon redbutts
11. The sissy puffs
10. The roids
9. The nads (Go Nads!)
8. The excitable toddlers
7. The convalescing old farts
6. The camel's toes
5. The women scorned
4. The snotty tissues
3. The fighting starfish
2. 10 slow white guys and a black running back who's fast
1. The Mullets

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Sunday, November 11, 2007

25 Worst American Bands (pray you've not heard them)








{List compiled by staff. Lft to rt: numbsain, Cheddar, Goldmind, Guinness}

25. Crotch Mold Fever

24. Billy Gay and the Flamers

23. Beaver Bean Buttons

22. Obese Anorexics Obsessed with Paradox

21. Kid Glove and the Soft Peddlers

20. Jewish Tragedy

19. Heraclitis and the Clits

18. The Redneck Pick-Ups

17. The Angry Astral Projectors

16. The Vegetable Brothers

15. Nair Supply

14. The Red Hot Silly Lepers

13. Thousand Islanders Undressing

12. Prömschpien

11. Erect Homo Sapien and the Copulating Inseminators

10. Jerry Atric and the Dinofarts

9. Toe Jam

8. Steve Sphincter and the Fecal Four

7. Squashing Eggplants

6. Soundfartin'

5. Jefferson Crop Duster

4. Spittany Beers & Tuskin Jimberlink

3. Stinkfinger

2. Damp Hamster

1. Boyz2Girlz

~Cheddar, numbsain, Goldmind, Guiness

Ask Dr. Scientist - the smartest person in the whole damn world

Dear Dr. Scientist,
If the world is shaped like a ball, how come we’re not upside down?
B. Specky

Dear Mr. Specky,
Because we’re on top of the ball; the Chinese are upside down.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
When mommy says “don’t let the bed bugs bite” every night; how am I supposed to stop them? And how can I keep my welts from itching?
Pooh

Dear Pooh,
The chemical compound hydrochloric acid is the aqueous solution of hydrogen chloride gas. It is a potent acid, the major component of gastric acid and of wide industrial use. It should eliminate the bugs as well as the itching. In fact, nothing will be left, including your arm. This could produce lethal fumes; open a window before your arm falls off.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
Why do ghosts come out of my toilet after I sit on it?
Sock Puppet

Dear Sock Puppet,
Were you playing with a ouija board while eating prunes or commercial laxatives? You have what we scientists refer to as “etherealus excrementalus fecalium phantasmus.” Place 12 votive candles in a circle around your toilet bowl. Stick your head in the bowl approximately six millimeters from the surface of the fetid water. Repeat the following: “Пожалуйста оставьте этот священный шар о сердитым алкоголем этого туалета. Я призываю весь дружественный антитуалетный алкоголь для помощи. Чистите этот шар.” This should create a space-time rift through which the excrement can evacuate through your pipes and make its way back safely to its own astral plane, while saving face.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
I'm pregnant. If I have sex, can I get pregnant again?
Yours [if you want]
Ellie Mae

Dear Ellie Mae,
Of course you can dearie. Just how do you think triplets are made? The eggs are always ready and waiting in the chamber, so if you engage in unprotected intercourse, you may wind up with twins, triplets, even octoplets. I strongly urge you to abstain, unless you want to build an entire family with one 9-month gig. Unfortunately, I cannot contribute.

Herr Dr. Scientist,
Ist das für eine person möglich, von sich selbst herauszubekommen und in ihrer analyse völlig objektiv zu sein? Ich würde denken, dass es unmöglich ist, das zu tun. Was denken Sie?
Aufrichtig,
Hans

Lieber Hans,
Ich denke, dass es nicht möglich ist, weil das Paradigma, das Sie verwenden würden, um “objektiv” zu bewerten, durch Ihre vorherige Erfahrung verdorben wird. Es gibt keine Weise, sich von Ihren eigenen Erfahrungen ander zu entfernen, als, jene Erfahrungen nicht gehabt zu haben. Denken Sie daran.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
Why is it that, after exhaustive research, I’ve found that half the people in the world have below average intelligence?
Brock

Dear Brock,
That’s too much of a coincidence. Check the accuracy of your calculations because what are the odds of that? Really; I think it is wrong... Wait there’s someone here that says I’m an idiot. Let me get back to you on this.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
I noticed a very strange kind of fungus growing on the walls of the cellar where mommy and daddy make me live. I’m really worried that it will get on the food that they throw down the stairs to me and make me sick. Should I worry?
Mike Ology

Dear Mike,
Is it a yeast or a mold? In either event, I would not be concerned. Whatever fungus it is will likely assist your small intestines decompose rotting flotsam and jetsam making its way through your digestive tract. It is true you could die. However, your spirit body does not require nutrition, apart from photonic spirit energy radiating from the center of our universe. Any remedial text can explain this.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
Why do I see smoke coming out of joggers' mouths and noses when they run down my street on cold mornings? I thought smoking was unhealthy???
Sincerely,
Duhglas

Dear Duhglas,
Well, thank you for lobbing such a softball so early in the morning. I am going to explain this as simply as possible, in layman's terms, if you will. When human beings and dogs exercise, they do something that is called "burning calories." You must realize that the burning process involves some type of heat or flame produced in the bowel of the beast as it moves quickly, and the residual smoke must exit at some orifice. The exhalations, even passing gas, will release the smoke. I suggest you try a bit of exercise and see for yourself how your body rids itself of excess smoke from your burning calories. Have a nice day.

Dear Dr. Scientist,
I’ve been working with different strains of deadly airborne bacteria and I seem to have inadvertently released a particularly virulent variety into my schools ventilation system. Within the first 15 seconds, 90 percent of the students and the entire faculty were killed. The only living survivors are myself and the cheerleading squad who were out on the field. What should I do? ...I’m scared.
Raymond

Dear Raymond,
You’re alone with the entire cheerleading squad!? Dude I am so-o-o- jealous of you! Whattaya mean ya don’t know what to do???? Are you Crazy?!?!?!?!

~Goldmind, numbsain, Guiness, Cheddar

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

30 Worst Things to Stuff Inside Your Thanksgiving Turkey

List concocted/assembled by Cheddar, Goldmind, Guinness & numbsain

30. Bole weevil ala mode
29. Alpo
28. Toenail Clippings
27. What the turkey already had inside
26. Spam
25. Graves and Corpsed Taters
24. Ex Lax Pudding
23. Agent Orange
22. A smaller turkey, a chicken, a cornish game hen, a grouse, a sparrow, a hummingbird, a cricket, an ant, an aphid, an amoeba
21. Tang Concentrate
20. Broken Glass
19. Silly String
18. Purina Cat Chow
17. Gravel
16. Mashed Turnips and Harlots
15. DDT soaked Peat Moss
14. Criminal Evidence
13. Pickled Ram Testicles
12. Caterpiller Fungus
11. Clay
10. Duck fetus
9. Hallucinagenic Mushrooms
8. Packing noodles
7. E-coli flavored botchulism
6. Stuff beneath your couch cushions
5. Jimmy Hoffa
4. Head Cheese
3. Bull Penis
2. Chipmunk Vomit
1. Your Cat

Monday, November 5, 2007

Dr. Seuss' Secret Unpublished Literary Archives: Blue Procciutto—& other Seussishness


This is Poot.
This is Bluto.

Poot and Bluto
live on Pluto.

One day Bluto said "Atchoo!"
Something Plutons rarely do.
And so when he did, Poot knew;
Bluto caught the Pluto flu.

"I know what will help you Bluto."
"What?" asked Bluto. "Something new!"
"What?" asked Bluto. "Blue Procciutto!"
Poot said: "That's the cure for you."

"Blue Procciutto? Are you sure?
Blue Procciutto? That's the cure?"

"Sure, my Blue Procciutto cures
the flu 'cause my Procciutto's pure."


"That can't be! That can't be true!
Procciutto can't cure Pluto flu.
In my case it's quite acute.
It can't BE cured, Dr. Poot!"


"This Proccuito, blue and pure,
cures the flu—that's what its for.
If you have the Pluto flu,
Blue Procciutto's good for you!"


"Blue Procciutto's not for flu so
Blue Procciutto's not for Bluto!
it won't cure my flu from Pluto,
I don't want your Blue Procciutto!


Flu is cured by rest in bed,
That is what i'll do instead.
If I eat your Blue Procciutto,
Surely I will wind up dead!"


"Try my Blue Procciutto Bluto!
It will cure you, this I do know!
Blue Procciutto clears the head!
Even more than Pseudofed!

Even better than Menudo!
It will get you out of bed!
You'll be cured in just one day!"

"ALLRIGHT I'LL DO AS YOU SAY!!!"

"Blue Procciutto makes me mad,
But you know it's not half bad!
I should not have been so hasty,
Blue Procciutto's rather tasty!"

"I must say i'm feeling great!
Why then did you hesitate?
Next time tell me sooner, will you?

"Bluto, I might have to kill you!"

And so if you live on Pluto,
and you catch the Pluto flu,
you should eat some Blue Procciutto;
Bluto did and so should you!

by Dr. Numbseuss



Note: although these stories rhyme, they're not meant for story time. Just because they're cute and witty, doesn't mean there good for kiddies. Though they sound like kids would love it, parents should think better of it.Read them once they've gone to bed, Goldmind thought that should be said.

Dr. Seussie’s alphabet
by Guinness
Big A little a, what begins with A? Ashes, Auschwitz, Adolph’s ass in hell, hooray.

Big B, little b, bad bodacious Beth, bouncing boobs behinds and Bob’s bad booze breath.

Big C, little c, what begins with C? Crazy cousins chewing cow’s cud C….c…..c.

Big D, little d, Dandy Dinmont Dog, dumping drops of dung in the dam den, Don’t!

ABCDE..e…e.. eczema, edema, and an epileptic eel

Big F, little f, F f F, effin flick a finger for an F you, Jeff!

ABCDEFG, Grandma’s goatee’s grown, gotta get a new Gillette

Big H, little h, Hairy horny Herrs humping Hank in Heidelberg, Hagen and Hamburg

Big I, little I, I…I…I… Icepack on an itchy implant, I, I, I!

Big J, little j, jaundiced jowly jerk, joking jarheads jumping from a jam-packed Jeep

Big K, little k karaoke Keith, Kelly hides her keloid neath a keen kerchief.

Big L, little l, lumpy lazy louts loiter by the liquor store, lisping lend a lot

Big M, little m, what begins with m? Moping midgets mashing melons, much mango mayhem.

Big N, little n, N n N, Numbsain nunchucks noisy neighbors necking near a Nen.

Big O, little o, what begins with O? Ouchy Oh-filled orgasms and Oprah’s bowl of oats.

Big P, little p, pecker packing Pat, poking Penny’s pinafore, now that’s pretty phat

Big Q, little q, what begins with q? Quivering quiffs quaff quinine in a quiet, quaint queue

Big R, little r, what begins with r? rickets ridden rednecks running round radar,

Big S little s, silly sappy Steve, stuck some stolen scissors up his short shirt sleeve.

Big T little t, T t T, telepathic tomboy talks to his T.V.

Big U, little u, uncle’s umpteenth ugh, ulcerous and useless, just an utter ugly thug.

Big V little v, what begins with V? Velma’s vestment’s very vulgar, vouldn’t you agree?

Big W, little w, Willie’s wilting wank, winking Willa’s wishing Willie’s wank would whip her flank.

Big X, little x, Xpired Xcuse, mixing moxie foxes puts your Ex to use

Big Y, little y, Yorkies yip and yap, yawning yokels, yearning yuppies yell yackety -yack

ABCDEFG HIJKLMNOP QRS TUV W X Y and Z

Big Z, little z, what begins with Z? Zappa’s zipper, zany zig zag, zither and zombie.

Now you know your abc’s, say them often, won’t you please

Tell your mom, your daddy too, abc’s are good for you.


ZACK

by numbsain

This is Zack.
Zack talks smack.
Zack talks smack to Sergeant Glack.
Zack gets flack for talkin smack.
Glack say’s “Hands behind your back!”
Zack gets cuffed for talking smack.
Zack tells Glack “Get off my back!”
Zack thinks it’s because he’s black.

Zack gets flack.
Flack from Glack.
But it's not because he’s black,
Zack gets flack cause he’s on crack.

Crack is what makes Zack talk smack,
Crack is why Glack’s on Zack’s back,
Crack is why zack ain’t got jack,
and why his home’s a run down shack,
and why he lives across the track,
No Zack, no! not cause you’re black,
it’s cause you won’t stop smokin crack!

Zack’s shack is whack, he ain’t got jack,
but still Zack always tries to mack.
Landlady say’s Zack has to pack,
his rent is due from three months back.

Zack tries to mack, his mack is whack.
Zack’s checkin’ out landlady’s rack.
Zack tells her he’ll pay in the sack.
Landlady say’s “Are you on crack?”

“You will not get me in the sack,
you will not get me on my back.
You will not in a cheap hotel,
or on a snowy day in hell.
I won’t let you see my vagina,
no, not for all the tea in china.
I do not even like you, Zack
so take a hike and don’t come back!

Now that Zack’s a homeless bum,
he started feeling pretty dumb.
His race is not why life’s unfair,
we all have got a cross to bear.
The question now is simply whether,
Zack will get his head together.
Stop feeling so under attack
and most of all stop smoking crack.
Instead of feeling like a victim,
heed critiques don’t contradict ‘em.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Relationship Classifieds


Brilliant narcissist, 40, seeks woman perfect in every way who will treat me with the awe and respect my Ivy League degree, Mensa membership, and acting career demand. You must meet MY needs and realize that YOU are lucky I have even taken my valuable time to submit this request when I could be out being worshiped in some fashion by various people and through my myriad trophies and accomplishments. This is my first time posting a classified and I don’t need to post in order to find a woman, particularly because I have an Ivy League degree, Mensa membership, and an acting career. I once was an extra on Good Times and I have an Ivy League degree.

sing, wh, male, 40, shrt, fat, bald, ug, stpid, sm, borng, rude, smell bad, no bathe, bad breath, seek supermodel, w/ long legs, blonde, age 18-22, mute, lo maint call 437 2285... why u laff? oops! forget mention: I am rich! No, name not Rich, am filthy RICH as in mega $$$$$. hurry call now, ain't got all day.

Extremely attractive, single, blonde female, 25, perfect figure, seeking older bald short fat male w/ lo income... Pfsha-ha-ha-ha yeah right, you wish! sucker!

Single white male cadaver seeks mortician for autopsies, cremation, burial and possibly funeral.

64 year old deathrow imate want butiful woman who likes misnderstood old convikted felon with 3 maybe 5 years left to live and I really didnt cut up them kids and feed them to a squirrel that day in Grant park when I wus high on elmer glue. He did. Sincere reples only plese. Send attenton of Imate #57645.

MWF 50-something seeks SBM 18 or 19 for fun in the kitchen, drip your chocolate sauce all over my marshallow mounds, hide your snicker bar in my vanilla cake batter. Light my oven between 9:00 and 5:00! No g-strings attached!

Imprisoned married man seeks key to ball and chain! LF intellectual sincere male to stop by the house and convince wife that Tuesdays are really book club night! Will pay poker buy in later that night in gratitude! Call 555-8922!

Dum man, 40, seek dum womin. Any age. Must cook. Eat food. Drink water. Mate. Make happy.

SF, bi-racial, bi-curious, bi-polar, bi-cyclical seeks stable M/F/B/W/H/S/D, for long lasting, sporadic, secure, grounded relationship. Come on, ride my roller coaster, just for fun, seriously!

Single white male, seeks white female, shoulder length brown hair parted to the right, of medium build, and medium height. Candidate should not be nervous around implements of pain and torture and must not mind being called “mother.” Candidate will be asked to wear a red checkered apron and horn rimmed glasses. Creamy swan like neck a plus. Not being squeamish around own blood also a plus. Please call “Dirk” at 441-6213.

Male terrestrial hermit crab, 14 weeks, seeks female or hermaphroditic lobster, crayfish or any sincere crustacean. I have blue compound eyes, thick antennae, and a large, stiff exoskeleton. Large trilobite limbs preferred.

Married white male, seeks same for bar stool companion. Must enjoy commiserating, slurred philosophy, random overloud rants, and beer nuts. Previous bar stool companion cheated on me with Betty Ford, the bastard. Having hideous wife a plus. Having even more hideous mother in law a bigger plus. Please contact “Ed” at “Stuckey's Bar.”

Married white female, presidential candidate, seeking male intern for vengeance. Must enjoy wearing berets, smoking cigars, and be hazy on the true definition of “is.” If you perform well enough, position of “first man” may be a reality. Call 268- 4490 and leave message in code for “Gillary Winton”.

Single brown hamster seeking any human male that does not own a tube! Have been in several relationships with various owners and have had every manner of atrocity committed against me! Looking to spend my last days running on a wheel and living care free, NOT “coal mining.” Please call. Serious inquiries only. And by means, no Mr. Gere!

~Cheese, Guinness, Goldmind, Numbsain

Friday, November 2, 2007

Ask Dr. Science—back by popular reprimand


Dear Dr. Science,
I think my dog is dead. How can I tell?
Bubby

Dear Bubby,
Lick the dog’s nostrils a few times while inhaling. Turn in a circle. If it tastes like silver, he’s dead.

Dear Dr. Science,
My Uncle told me the moon was made of cheese and that a rat eats the full moon until it disappears. How does it come back?
Grayson

Dear Grayson,
The rat does not eat the cheese; he hides it.


Dear Dr. Science,
Do you feel that in a parallel time continuum, where the interdimensional phasing hysteresis was in a precircumvented intraparametric logarithmic inversion slope, a sustained thermonuclear reaction such as the sun would create a photon distortion field of significant intensity to cause cross-dimensional interference that would be detectable by instruments known to our current technology?
Billy

Dear Billy,
You are a very bad boy! Does your mother know you're using the computer to ask silly questions like this? In any event, any dolt knows intraparametric logarithmic inversion slopes are a type of cheese. Nice try.


Dear Dr. Science,
I have an infestation of ants in my kitchen and I recently purchased some Miracle Ant Chalk. Can you tell me how this product is to be used?
Molly

Dear Molly,
I would suggest using chalk to write discouraging statements such as: "Ants go away," "No ants allowed," "This area off limits to ants," around the areas where the ants seem to be concentrating. This should give those pesky ants the message.

Dear Dr. Science,
How many stars are there in the whole entire sky?
Shurish

Dear Shurish,
Six hundred.


Dear Dr. Science,
What would happen if I poured gasoline on a pile of old newspapers, lit a match, and then threw it on top of the pile?
Sherry

Dear Sherry,
No one knows for sure; there are many theories.


Dear Dr. Science,
I'm a girl, blond, 5'4" 120lbs, Very attractive. I just turned 18 years old and I think you're just the coolest, smartest, sexiest science knowing guy ever! I was wondering, how much would you charge to come to my house every night and teach me about, y'know, scientific stuff. (tee hee)

Love, Tiffani
(darn it! it's supposed to have a little heart for the dot over the "I." *giggle* I couldn't make one there, sorry *tee hee*)

D-D-Dear T-T-T-Tiffan... ˆÎ‡•·)%˜Â‰$%^&*‡°´ˇflfi›ÎÁˆ‚°°‡^&*%I◊ı˜Ç˛ˆÎØ{∏¨... i,
Uh... Homina, Homina, Homina, Homina, Homina, Homina (Gulp)...


Dear Dr. Science,
I'm a professional woman of ill-repute and I'm dating this guy who's a paralegal. Do you think we have a chance of making it as a couple?
Szchahnequaa

Dear Schz— Shaazn— Snchau—... Dear Asker,
I think you have a very good chance of a successful relationship with this person as long as you are willing to be patient with him and his condition. I would start by installing wheelchair ramps at your house and find out where the handicapped accessible places are in your town.


~numbsain, Goldmind

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

10 Scary Movies You Cannot or Should Not See

“Day of the Night” 50’s era schlock about invaders from Neptune who use laser technology to reverse the earth’s cycle of night and day. Global chaos erupts when nighttime lasts 24 uninterrupted hours. A normal 12 hour day ensues, however, and the night/day pattern reasserts itself and everyone forgets what happened. Stars Elvis Presley as the crooning Neptunian and Ann Margaret as the femme fatale who steals his heart.

“The Six Cents” About a nickel and a penny; every time a person holds these coins they go slowly insane and commit suicide, after which they are plagued by visions of live people whom they've left behind; these live folks are happy, don't miss the dead, and are seen laughing about "how crazy was that sonnuvabitch."

“Heck bound Heck Raiser 1- The not so nice bad guy” Tired of explicit titles, social purists got together to produce this “horror” movie about a somewhat grumpy guy doing a couple naughty things to some very nice people. After a serious heart-to-heart, he winds up seeing the error of his ways and everyone hugs at the end. Put test audiences to sleep.

“Poltergeist 7-The modern Era” This time, Carol Anne gets trapped inside an mp3 player. The medium, Tangina Barrons, must open a portal through the home’s high tech panic room while the mother, Diane, dons virtual gloves and plays Nintendo Wii in a desperate effort to bring her back. Movie canceled only because Craig T. Nelson could not be reached for the role of the dubious dad.

“The Present” A shy, introverted boy slowly breaks out of his shell by befriending a wrapped gift box he discovers hidden in his parent’s closet. Complications arise when the present begins to molest the child under the pretense she is the boy’s wife from the future who has come back to the past to warn him about the possibility of her molesting him as a present in the future.

"Freddy Kruger meets Jason meets Chuckie meets Dracula meets Godzilla" Intended to be the ultimate showdown between the superstars of horror, the film never even got to the cutting room as everyone involved was killed in the first five minutes of it's inception.

“The Hillbillies Have Eyes” A family of hillbillies moves to Beverly Hills, and starts a very bizarre collection of their guests' eyes, leading police along a murderous trail of eyeless corpses bearing no connection to the Hillbillies. Mr. ClampIt puts his guest's head in a vice to assist with the eye removal procedure. Rated NC 17.

“Outhouse” Was to be the prequel to “House.” Richard Moll, face bleeding and distorted, rises out of outhouse hole to torment the living. Movie failed when Moll outright refused to be covered in feces.

“The Rhode Island Razorblade Redundancy” Hitchhikers are trapped in a desolate Rhode Island...umm...warehouse where they are pursued by a fat man wearing....a ....latex mask. He is known as “latex head”. He captures them one by one and slices them to pieces with razorblades. All the while his off-kilter family stands by and assists. Completely original. Heh. But it still sits unmade because no one in their right mind will copyright it.

“We’ll eat your brains out when we’re ready”
Rarely seen Slovakian addition to the zombie genre about six lazy sailors who die in a freak uranium typhoon. The uranium alters their DNA such that they become radioactive brain-eating night walkers. Rather than eat the brains of potential human victims, however, the procrastinating zombies elect to sit in lawn chairs on a remote beach and pass the time observing the ebb and flow of the sea. The zombies soon die of starvation, but return to life, once again. The film abruptly ends when, frustrated at their inability to move as a result of their weakened state, the zombies eat themselves in a gory climax.

“We weren’t kidding when we say that we’ll eat your brains out when we’re ready” The second segment in the “brains out” series, in which the zombie sailors, having been consumed, return as troubled, digested spirits. No longer in need of physical sustenance, the ghosts pass time engaging in ill-fated attempts to grasp physical objects in the denser earth plane. After repeated failures, the ghosts plaintively call out to their spirit guides, who appear in brilliant, shimmering balls of white light. The zombies are forced to view their past lives, make restitution, and ultimately reincarnate as The Rolling Stones.

~Goldmind, Cheese, Guinness, numbsain

Monday, October 29, 2007

Top 25 Worst Things to Get in Your Halloween Trick-or-Treat Bag

25. Cabbage
24. Crystal Meth
23. Dead shrew
22. Edible panties
21. Loose Kool-Aid powder
20. Live Flyfishing bait
19. Newtmuskateers
18. Photographs of Naked Octogenarians
17. Assorted pain relievers
16. Confederacy currency
15. Crack Rock Candy
14. Partially decomposed dog
13. Sharpies box filled with used syringes
12. Nicorette gum
11. Chocolate covered razorblades
10. 50 credit card applications bound together with a rubber band
9. Chain letter
8. KC & the Sunshine Band 8 track tape
7. Cheese whiz in a bag
6. Lint balls
5. Baggie of Purina Cat Chow
4. Medicated suppositories
3. Unpopped kernals from microwave pop corn
2. Caramel kidney stones
1. Condomints—Condoms that come in 3 minty flavors

~Goldmind, numbsain, cheese

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Ask Dr. Scientist - the smartest American in the whole damn world










Dr. Scientist,
Where do babies come from?
Timmy

Dear Timmy,
Babies or Smallus Infantus come from one of the many qualified dealerships or baby outlets throughout the world and beyond. Here are a few of my favorites;
Carl & Ruth's Baby Land
Babyrama Infanteria
Babies 'N Things
Bob's Baby Emporium
Babies, Babies, Babies
Age 0 to 3
ChildExpress
Toddler Town
Jan's No-Sex Babymart
What are you using these babies for? I have a couple of second hand babies I'm trying to dump off to a good home. Very little mileage on the one, the other is clearly used but It's a strong boy and he's got a few years left in him. Let me know if you're interested and I'll set them aside.

Dr. Science,
I am going on a long vacation and I can't bring my cats with me. What is the best way to store cats safely for three-months?
Philbert

Dear Philbert,
The best way to store your cats safely for extended periods is to pack them in mothballs. The proper ratio is 1 mothball for every 500 cats.


Dear Dr. Scientist,
When mommy says “don’t let the bed bugs bite” every night; how am I supposed to stop them? And how can I keep my welts from itching?
Pooh

Dear Pooh,
The chemical compound hydrochloric acid is the aqueous solution of hydrogen chloride gas. It is a potent acid, the major component of gastric acid and of wide industrial use. It should eliminate the bugs as well as the itching. In fact, nothing will be left, including your arm. This could produce lethal fumes; open a window before your arm falls off.


Dear Mr. Science,
My Mommy is trying to poison me. She gave me some stuff to drink and when I tested it with my chemistry kit, It was dihydrogen monoxide! how long do I have to live?
Ricky

Dear Ricky,
My name is DOCTOR SCIENCE, not MISTER SCIENCE. And secondly, dihydrogen monoxide is ordinary water. Your mother is not trying to poison you, she's trying to drown you.


Dear Dr. Science,
I'm 11 and I've been an alcoholic for 3 years. Whenever my mother puts apple juice in my thermos I let it sit for a week before drinking it and it gives me a buzz. but lately it hasn't been strong enough. Is there any way for children to make hard liquor from apple juice?
Fred

Dear Fred,
There is! Steal a gallon of apple juice from your mother and let it sit for several weeks. Then place it in a freezer until its mostly solid. The water will freeze but the alcohol won't. Pour off the remaining liquid and voila! You have 120 proof apple jack! If that stuff doesn't put hair on your chest, try puberty.
Cheers!

Dear Dr. Science,
My momma told me that if I don’t pick up my toys, a monster will come out from under my bed and eat me. Is that true?
Jo Jo

Dear Jo Jo,
Yes.


Dear Dr. Science,
Do you feel that in a parallel time continuum, where the interdimensional phasing hysteresis was in a precircumvented intraparametric logarithmic inversion slope, a sustained thermonuclear reaction such as the sun would create a photon distortion field of significant intensity to cause cross-dimensional interference that would be detectable by instruments known to our current technology?
Billy

Dear Billy,
Does your mother know you're using the computer to ask silly questions like this? Any dolt knows intraparametric logarithmic inversion slopes are a type of algae. Nice try.


Dear Dr. Science,
My Uncle told me the moon was made of cheese and that a rat eats the full moon until it disappears. How does it come back?
Grayson

Dear Grayson,
The rat does not eat the cheese; he hides it.


Dear Dr. Science,
I have an infestation of ants in my kitchen and I recently purchased some Miracle Ant Chalk. Can you tell me how this product is to be used?
Molly

Dear Molly,
I would suggest using chalk to write discouraging statements such as: "Ants go away," "No ants allowed," "This area off limits to ants," around the areas where the ants seem to be concentrating. This should give those pesky ants the message.

Dear Dr. Science,
How many stars are there in the whole entire sky?
Shurish

Dear Shurish,
Six hundred.

Dear Dr. Science,
What would happen if I poured gasoline on a pile of old newspapers, lit a match, and then threw it on top of the pile?
Sherry

Dear Sherry,
No one knows for sure; there are many theories.


Herr Dr. Scientist,
Ist das für eine person möglich, von sich selbst herauszubekommen und in ihrer analyse völlig objektiv zu sein? Ich würde denken, dass es unmöglich ist, das zu tun. Was denken Sie?
Aufrichtig,
Hans

Lieber Hans,
Ich denke, dass es nicht möglich ist, weil das Paradigma, das Sie verwenden würden, um “objektiv” zu bewerten, durch Ihre vorherige Erfahrung verdorben wird. Es gibt keine Weise, sich von Ihren eigenen Erfahrungen ander zu entfernen, als, jene Erfahrungen nicht gehabt zu haben. Denken Sie daran.


Dear Dr. Scientist,
If the world is shaped like a ball, how come we’re not upside down?
B. Specky

Dear Mr. Specky,
Because we’re on top of the ball; the Chinese are upside down.


Dr. Scientist,
I have to do a science experiment for school. Do you have any suggestions?
Joel

Joel,
Certainly. Take a can of cola. Shake; then pull back the tab. What happens? You win the national science fair.


~Cheddar, Goldmind, Guinness, numbsain

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