Hey Rush, we hardly knew ya!
UPDATE: FUCK! NEVERMIND

Date: Friday, December 4, 2009
Time: 9:00 AM approx.
Place: Orange Coast College Recycling Center, Costa Mesa, Calif.
Incident Report:
A white Dodge Ram pickup parks. A burly man steps out. He is Caucasian, in his late 30s, bearded, wearing a baseball cap, athletic team t-shirt, and shorts. He brings out two large Dell Computer boxes.
An attendant takes the boxes from the man, notices Styrofoam blocks inside, and takes the blocks out. He returns them to the man, saying, “We don’t recycle Styrofoam.”
Paranormal Incident #1: The burly man, in an agitated state, shouts, “HOW ABOUT I LEAVE MY PHONE NUMBER AND IF YOUR SUPERVISOR HAS A PROBLEM, HE CAN CALL ME.”
The attendant says something inaudible. It does not appear to sit well with the burly man, who kicks the boxes aside, throws the Styrofoam into the back of his pickup, and shouts again…
Paranormal Incident #2: “I SPEND THOUSANDS OF FUCKING DOLLARS HERE.”
Analysis:
Three key events stand out in the narrative:
1) A recycling center attendant refuses to accept pieces of Styrofoam.
2) The man who brought the cardboard boxes containing the Styrofoam offers the attendant his phone number.
3) Faced with the attendant’s continued refusal to take his Styrofoam, the man protests that he has spent “thousands of dollars” at the recycling center.
Event #1 is perhaps puzzling but can be explained within the bounds of known logic and science. Events #2 and #3 represent substantive departures from reality as we understand it.
Theories
a) The man, suffering from a recent head injury, has confused his surroundings, thinking he is still at the Dell Computer store and arguing over a matter of commerce with a sales associate.
b) The man and the attendant, representing foreign governments or domestic security services in a covert capacity, are engaged in an elaborate code language rendered indecipherable to passersby.
c) For a brief moment on the morning of Friday December 4, 2009, the Orange Coast College Recycling Center hosted a breach in the time-space continuum between the known world and an alternate universe, where offering a phone number results in someone accepting your trash, and it is possible to spend significant amounts of money at a place of waste disposal.
According to a recently leaked memo, there will be no block parties for the employees of Fox News who continue to make on-air blunders:
The memo warns that those involved in future “mistake chains” will receive “warning letters to personnel files, suspensions, and other possible actions up to and including termination.”
I am deeply saddened by this turn of events. While there is no guarantee on-air mistakes will be limited, the thought of the following never happening again is disheartening:
Dell customer service, this is Pancheco speaking, how can I help you today?
Hola, Dell CU, how ya goin’ today? All right, I’ll cut the niceties short and just ask … where the fuck is my phone?
Okay, I’d be happy to help you with that. Actually, could you please elaborate for me?
Sure thing, carnal. I placed a pre-order for the Nokia N900 on November 5th and I was told on the 11th that they would be shipping, yet my status still says it hasn’t been shipped and I should expect it by 12/10.
I regret any confusion that may have been caused by inaccuracies in my LinkedIn professional profile.
There a few particular misrepresentations I’d like to clear the air about.
Thank you. I look forward to further discussing opportunities with your company.
From the AP:
A man was ordering food when he was approached by another man who called him a zombie, then hit him in the eye. When the victim tried to call police on his cell phone, the man punched him again, breaking his nose.
The man then ran out a back door.
Residents of Iowa City, fear not the zombies in your midst. Well, fear them after they recover from being punched. But while the punch is in mid-swing, and for maybe four seconds subsequently, fear them not, for your fair city’s very own mediocre superhero has arrived. Sleep ambivalently under the Zombie Puncher’s ineffectual care, Iowans!
It started with a whisper in the night. Well, not so much whisper as a double stabbing. And it was early morning, not nighttime.
But the time for concealment, cloaks, and half-measures is, apparently, over. Every day the voices of incivility and harassment grow louder. One man has decided to take a stand. On a table at a park.
Stay tuned.
What’s going on inside Joe Lieberman’s head? A recent brain scan, provided to End Happy by sources close to the senator from Lieberman, sheds some light.


Based on the previews alone, two dimensions just can’t do justice to every OH SNAP moment in Michael Moore’s latest project, Michael Moore’s Capitalism: A Love Story starring Michael Moore.
For example the moment when he’s all, “Where’s our money,” and Clueless Lady is all quiet, and then she’s all, “Uh … I don’t know.” OH SNAP! She seemed pretty clueless about our money. But it was hard to tell for sure.
Or when Michael Moore waves a bag at a security guard in front of a building, and he’s all, “We’re here to take the money back for the American people.” OH SNAP! But what kind of bag was that shit? You can’t hardly tell in 2 fucking D.
Like my bumper sticker says, “Somewhere in Texas a village is missing its idiot … and its 3D glasses, because I took them to go see this shit in 3D!” My bumper doesn’t say the last part, I made it up for effect. OH SNAP!
From CNN:
“I actually thank God for my addiction,” he said. “I learned more about myself in rehab than I would have ever learned otherwise…”
“Including my love for gay sex,” the broadcaster continued under his breath. The quote was taken from an NBC interview in which he aggressively tongue-lashed the media for trying to break him. The gay sex comment was not part of the official interview transcript, but several sources totally swore they heard it and will totally tell you so.
The rotund radio show host, author of several bestselling books, and former television talk show host waved his pudgy finger in the air as he proclaimed the media did not make him, while his jowls waved ferociously, like recently flicked Jell-O™. Delicious lime Jell-O™ snack, which kids sometimes choose to treat like a toy. Hey! That’s food, you fucking brat.

Limbaugh, more pudding than man, went on to claim that the election of Obama has heightened racial tensions and fueled the “race industry.” In a written statement, Bill Lester responded, “NASCAR’s popularity hasn’t really been affected either way since Obama’s been in office. I think the economic situation is our biggest worry. And as far as the other thing goes, I haven’t had any serious problems. Actually, I’ve been getting a lot more thumbs ups and high fives since Obama won.”