THE MQ UC SAN DIEGO
If presidents can’t do it to their wives, they do it to their country. — Rodrigo Duterte, President of the Philippines
Proud owner of four Electoral votes
October 26, 2016
Man Wakes from Worst Nightmare into Second Worst
Volume XXIII Issue II
In This issue trump apologizes, again
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history says it’s tired of repeating itself
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ghostmopolitan
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turnitin: not plagiarism if 26 words or fewer stevie wonder lands plane on hudson river
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News in Brief At Least Eight Men Reported Dad in a Horrific 16-Person Accident PHOTO By hannah rosenblatt
“At least in this nightmare I’m wearing pants. When this happened in real life, it was completely embarrassing,” said Zhou. By Christopher Jin
Assistant Content Editor
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rea man Zachary Zhou found himself in a cold sweat late Saturday night as he suddenly awakened from what he described as his “absolute worst nightmare.” After ascertaining his surroundings, Zhou breathed a sigh of relief
as he realized that he had escaped from his worst nightmare into “only his secondworst nightmare.” “First thing I did was check the fridge. You always check the fridge first,” said Zhou. “And there was only ketchup and white bread, that’s a good sign. Then I checked my wallet, and thankfully my driver’s license
and credit card were still missing. Phew! And then I checked all the drawers and cabinets where my girlfriend keeps her stuff. Yep, still empty. Good.” According to Zhou, terrible nightmares happen from time to time, but this one happened to be the worst one yet. Zhou expressed newfound hope that this would cause
his nightmares to continue to worsen, and thus begin to make his waking life “sunshine and rainbows in comparison.” “You probably can’t imagine how happy I was that the presidential race is still Clinton vs. Trump!” said Zhou. “But
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Local Dog Wishes Owner Would Stop Looking at Glowing Rectangle and Pet Her By Jonathan Chiu
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biography of Keith Richards. “I immediately went to the first person I saw,” said EMT Dylan Biggs. “When I said ‘Hi, I’m here to help,’ the man, looking at me with defeated eyes, replied ‘Hi here to help, I’m Dad’ before falling unconscious. That’s when I knew it was serious.” Members of the community are banding together to have a memorial service for the men, led by Pappy Ollson who has offered to host it in his basement, known as “The Man Cave.” The memorial will have refreshments, candles engraved with names of the men, and “The Big Game on a 55 inch flat screen” for anyone who wants to honor the fallen.
Grandfather Recalls When Gum Was Cheaper, Is Put in A Home
Staff Writer
fter walking herself to the dog park for the third time this week, local beagle Jennifer Pawrence told reporters that all she wants is for her owner to put down his phone and give her a good scratch behind the ears. “I just want him to treat me the way he treats his phone,” says Pawrence. “Last night he stayed up til 4 a.m. ‘liking’ cat videos and didn’t understand why I would be jealous.” Over the years, many dogs have found themselves in a situation similar to Pawrence’s. Recent surveys show that in only 10 years the average number of walks each dog gets per year has fallen from around 180 to 200 in 2006 to three to nine times in 2016, depending on the number of days when “the power is out, so I guess I’ll go outside?” When asked if they felt the same about their owners, a majority of the other dogs at the park responded with a depressed look so as to say yes. However, many of them were basset hounds, so it was difficult to determine if they were truly sad or suffered from “resting sad face.” “It only took half a week for my owner to start ignoring me,” reported 10-month-old pitbull Brad Pittbull. “I mean, he couldn’t even come up with a better name? I HATED Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Where was
In a horrible turn of events, an accident Saturday night claimed the lives of at least eight men. Witnesses report the accident was the cause of multiple drunk people refusing to take safety precautions, resulting in a dad toll totalling eight. “It was horrifying, there were socks and sandals everywhere,” said victim Pat T. Rark. “If I wasn’t so scared, I’d say the level of destruction was a mere ‘feet of God.’” Rark then winked at the reporter and returned to shuddering in the fetal position. Then emergency services arrived, and provided every victim with a warm blanket, high waisted jeans, and a
PHOTO By matthew mcmahon
Jennifer Pawrence was praying this outfit would garner her owner’s attention, because her next outfit was a Galaxy Note 7 and there’s no coming back from that. the character development? Where was the resolution!?” “I remember when Bobby adopted me,” recalls threeyear-old Bark Obama. “It was the happiest week of my life. He took pictures of the two of us everywhere: on the couch, in the park, at the movies. Then a few days later he started posting them online and using them for his profile pics on Tinder. Now there are pictures of me everywhere on the internet. It’s disgusting.” However, data suggests this behavior is not an increasing trend among all pet own-
ers, but only those who use laptops, TVs, cellular devices, clocks, AM radios, or who otherwise have access to the World Wide Web. “MY owner never leaves my side,” proudly proclaims eightyear-old guide dog Paw Rudd. When asked for a comment on what keeps the relationship between owner and dog so strong, Rudd’s owner Jebediah Oldenbacher could not give an answer on account of being dead and unable to leave his bed without Rudd dragging him by the ankles with his fangs. The American Depart-
ment for Helping Dogs (ADHD) was consulted for any suggestions they could give to dogs who want a little more attention from their owners, but they were too busy playing with their new iPhone 7s to respond. Pawrence was last heard making a bold statement to the other dogs at the park. “You know what, bitches? If something doesn’t change by next week, then I’m running away. Right after I piss all over his sheets. At the end of the day, I’m a talking dog and it’s like, what more do I have to do?”
The girl asked, “Got Milk?”
“Mom, this is why I’m running away”
The cow asked, “Got Hep A?”
“I asked for Baja Blast”
Karl Tunberg was just wondering when his grandchildren last visited when he received a call from his daughter, informing him that he would be packing his bags and moving to the Costa Serena Mature Living facility. Tunberg, who lost three buddies in Vietnam and can still remember Finley’s warm, red neck as he tried to stop the bleeding and watched his eyes close for the final time, was assured he would be provided with every amenity necessary for a comfortable end of life. Three full meals a day lie in Tunburg’s future; who in his past went back to col-
lege after the war to fulfill his dream of becoming a chemical engineer only to drop out in his fourth year to raise a family. The two children Tunberg raised by himself after Sylvia left in July of ’86 made it clear multiple times that the move would be a new start. They gifted him three empty photo frames on his way out. At press time, Tunberg’s youngest grandchild became the first relative of his to visit. She brought a notebook and a pencil, and the two of them spent the afternoon beginning work on Karl Tunberg’s memoir: “How Do I Know If My Children are Happy?”
Mob Boss Expecting You in His Office, “Worried Sick” New reports state that Ben “Big Bear” Barenstork, head of one of two major local mobs, is still awaiting your presence in his office by midnight, along with the $30,000 you foolishly stole from his criminal organization. He is thoroughly concerned with your well-being and hopes that you have not experienced any significant duress from your unwarranted and quite hurtful robbery of his enterprises. The reports confirm Barenstork’s knowledge that you wanted to run away with the money and Jenny, daughter of Julius “The Jaguar” Jacobs, the second major mob boss. He also knows that the revelation of such
a sordid tryst would have been the ultimate betrayal to both mobs. Its public revelation would probably have spelled the deaths of either one or both of you, had you stayed in the area. Barenstork only wishes that you had come to him first, as he could have protected you from inevitable backlash. He hopes for your safe return home with his goddamn money and will limit the torture you receive to a mere three months chained in the diner basement and maximum removal of three fingers or toes (most likely toes).
See BRIEFS, page 11