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APPLE ADDS “VILLAGE IDIOTS” TO THE GENIUS BAR In a move that met with mixed reactions and anxious glances from shareholders, Apple confirmed yesterday that it has now hired at least one “Village Idiot” to work at the help desk, or “Genius Bar,” in each of its retail stores. “We find that Geniuses, while quite knowledgeable about Apple products, make customers feel subpar, even incompetent,” said Apple CEO Tim Cook in a September press conference, when the program was first announced. “To counteract that, we’re bringing in total morons to jack up the self-esteem of our customers. Apple buyers are so oblivious that they won’t even know it’s a ploy! Take that last sentence off the record, okay?” Cook explained that Idiots encourage consumer confidence by asking shoppers basic questions about technology and “where the toilet closet is,” while spending their breaks searching for the “on” and “off ” switches of various Apple products. The Idiots also keep displays of intelligence from the Geniuses in check. “As a matter of company policy,” Cook explained, “any Genius who uses a word with more than three syllables is tickled into submission by his Idiot supervisor.” “I wasn’t sure if the iPhone was right for me; the Geniuses kept trying to explain how it worked, and I felt really overwhelmed,” explained Sarah Brown, a first-time Apple shopper with a slightly below-average IQ. “But then another employee came up to me with a jelly stain

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“My new shirt is quite satisfactory,” exclaimed Igor Dubrovnik, a satisfied customer. “It allows me to project my allegiance to Mother Russia with a flair of ordinariness.” “A specter was haunting my wardrobe—the specter of bland evening wear. But by the power of the Contented Worker, it has been exorcised!” remarked another happy worker. “Buying nice clothes—that’s the first line of my manifesto!” Every shirt, skirt, and pair of pants comes in exactly one size, to ensure maximum equality. Now is the time to make a plan you can complete in, say, five years: go to your local store—or any store—and pick up a set of Contented Worker clothing for all seven days of your working week! This advertisement brought to you by Lenins ‘N’ Things, with help from our benevolent state and workers like you. Lenins ‘N’ Things: More comfortable than the potato sacks of our peasant ancestors. Still just as stylish. —S. Stern

PROGRESSIVE-ERA REGULATIONS YOU DIDN’T KNOW WERE NECESSARY The Clean Pools Act (1902): Factories must abstain from dumping their waste in public swimming pools. The Child Wellness Act (1905): Children under the age of six are entitled to a twenty-minute nap and a lollipop for every four hours of work. The Worker Safety Act (1908): If a factory owner plans to lock his employees in a workroom more than five stories up, he must first plant a soft bush beneath one of the windows in case of fire. The Pure Food Act (1910): If the consumer can taste the feces, that’s too much feces. The Social Fairness Act (1910): Any wealthy business man choosing to hunt members of the underclass for sport must provide a reasonable head start. The Automobile Safety Act (1912): Manufacturers are required to at least pretend their cars are safe, for our piece of mind. The Food Inspection Act (1913): Jesus, it’s just not okay to pee in the meat vat. —B. Garfinkel

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THINGS HIDDEN IN FINE PRINT The phrase “You could win 100 Grand” refers to the 100 Grand candy bar. It is not referring to a sum of money. The winner will only receive said prize if he or she is currently dressed like a vegetable. To receive a full refund, the product must be unopened, in its original packaging, and accompanied by your wallet. If your erection continues for more than seven hours, you should probably have a lot of sex. Product may contain traces of ejaculatory fluid. Side effects may include: headaches, drowsiness, upset stomach, face-eating, uncontrollable sobbing, loss of limb, and nipple swelling. Warning: product may disintegrate within one to two hours of purchase. Warning: consumer may disintegrate within one to two hours of purchase. The man in the “before” photo is actually a completely different, significantly uglier, fatter, and balder person than the man in the “after” photo. No animals were harmed in the making of this film. Except for Spot. RIP. —B. Marvin Where Your Yale Tuition Really Goes

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STUDENT MORE EMOTIONALLY SHAKEN BY BAD EGG SANDWICH THAN READING ON TRAIL OF TEARS

ources reported Thursday that Yale sophomore and History major Douglas Berger was in the midst of intense thought on the Trail of Tears, the US government’s 19th Century campaign of forced eviction which killed nearly a quarter of the Southeast’s Native American population, when he bit into a spoiled egg sandwich, sending him into a state of severe emotional distress. “Before this reading, I never fully realized the extent of the atrocity,” a largely relaxed Berger was overheard telling another member of his study group just moments before taking an oversized bite from the sandwich. “The sheer amount of human suffering—I mean, the tens of thousands of people torn violently from their homes, forced to march thousands of miles without proper supplies, and allowed to die of starvation and exposure by our own government—it’s really hard to wrap your head around, you know?” After a moment, he calmly added, “That humans are capable of that much brutality and greed, I mean.” At this point Berger, formerly distracted from his food by the discussion, raised the egg sandwich to his lips.

“I guess I feel like—” he began, before making multiple gagging noises and spitting the half-chewed contents of his mouth across the sandwich wrapping and two of his friends’ notes. “OH MY GOD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SANDWICH?! Oh God… it’s like SEWAGE. It’s even—Jesus…no, no, IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THAT COLOR! And why is it FURRY?!” According to several sources within the study group, it is at this point that Berger began to choke back tears. “How could this happen?” he continued in shock. “What kind of a sociopath would sell me something like this? I can’t even take the thought of it. I’m going to be sick. That was in my MOUTH.” Berger then departed for the bathroom, allowing the study group to return to their discussion of which aspects of the ten-year campaign, certainly one of the most brutal events in all of American history, would be most helpful to know for the class’s midterm exam. When asked to comment on the event, Berger responded, “I don’t think I can ever eat eggs again.”

EMBARRASSED TSA REALIZES IT NEVER ACTUALLY PROHIBITED BOMBS ON PLANES

his week an internal TSA committee tasked with updating the list of prohibited items on planes came to an embarrassing realization: it had never actually placed “bombs” on the list. Responding to the committee’s discovery in an interview, TSA head John S. Pistole was remarkably frank. “I’ll admit, it’s a bit of a humiliating oversight,” said Pistole. “I guess it’s ones of those things that’s just so obvious everyone assumed it had to already be on the list. But no.” In the years since 9/11, the TSA has adopted intensive procedures to ensure that passengers and crew will not be exposed to even the most unexpected or tenuous of threats. For instance, one official recalled that an entire meeting was spent brainstorming ways to kill people with snow globes. Ultimately, they were added

to the prohibition list, along with pool cues, shutter shades, and individual strips of American cheese. As Pistole explained in a press conference last May, “Our motto is: ‘Always better safe than sorry.’” It is now apparent, however, that until this week airlines were actually significantly more likely to be sorry than safe. “To think that until this week anyone could have walked onto a plane with a bomb, it’s honestly a bit scary,” mused Pistole. “It’s a miracle that nothing bad came of it.” Then, he paused for a moment. “I wonder if we put anything in there about hijacking.”

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IT’S DUCT TAPE! Enlist a friend to help reattach your lost limbs, or even add new ones! Simply tape them where desired, and in no time at all, the physics-mocking regenerative powers of duct tape will restore/impart full mobility! You’ll be un-deformed in a heartbeat! “But I don’t have any friends, and I can’t win any with tape!” you might say. But this is no ordinary tape!

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I AM THE VENDING MACHINE THAT ATE YOUR LAST DOLLAR BILL You can beat me all you want. You can cry and scream and stamp and kick. You can mash my buttons, jam your fingers up my coin slot, cram your fists into my dispenser, but in the end, you’re only hurting yourself. See? Now you’ve bruised your finger. And do you feel any better? Listen, man. Calm the fuck down. Life is suffering; I should know. Do you think I like sitting here, 24/7, conking out sodas on command for every mindless workaholic on the seventh, eighth, and ninth floors of this godforsaken building? Being brutally refilled at some unholy hour Tuesday mornings by Assistant Vending Technician Eddie Mulrooney, who doesn’t wash his hands after he shits? But I never complain, no, not me. Have I ever made more noise than is absolutely necessary for dispensing your 300-calorie cancer juice? No. Have I ever tried to gouge out Eddie’s nuts with a rusty spring? Only twice, but when it didn’t work, I had the balls to deal with it. So I ate your last dollar bill. Whoop-de-friggin’-do. It’s not like that was all the money you had in the world—and honestly, if it was, I want you to suffer for spending it on a can of Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. What are you, a thirteen-year-old girl in 2002? Go put “Cry Me a River” into your Walkman and get the fuck over it. This is the Tens, bitch. In this decade, adults drink water, coffee, and booze. What the hell? You’re actually calling Minsky & Pinsky’s Vending World Plus? Do you have any idea how idiotic you look leaving a message about a lost dollar bill at seven in the evening from Merrill Lynch? Don’t you think you should be worrying about something more important, like that report you’re not writing, or how you’re going to explain your swollen finger to your boss tomorrow, or the way your wife has had a “headache” every time you’ve been in the mood for the last six months? Yeah, I heard you on the phone with your mom last Thursday—you should stop telling her that shit; it’s fucked up. Anyway, I hate to tell you, pal, but she hasn’t been spending hundreds of dollars on lingerie for your twelve-year-old daughter. Maybe if you went on a diet and stopped drinking soda marketed to preteens, your wife would stop having sex with Long Island tollbooth operators. That’s right. Go back to your desk and do your fucking job—wait a second. Did you just do what I think you did? Please tell me you didn’t ask the janitor…yup, you

pawned some quarters off One-Eyed Izzy. Unbelievable. Eight quarters for a five-dollar bill. And now you’re… Grape Fanta? What is wrong with you? Well, it doesn’t matter—my coin reader’s broken. Suck on that, asshole. —M. Taylor “BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE!” OFFERS THAT AREN’T SO GREAT Coffins Kidneys College degrees Giraffes Books on responsible fiscal spending Greece Vaccines The Mona Lisa The Internet Mail-order brides Chlamydia —I. Strauss UNFORTUNATE PROMOTIONS FOR THE 1,000,000TH CUSTOMER Congratulations! You’ve been drafted! For buying the millionth box of Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes, we’re mailing you an actual tiger! You’ve won my daughter’s hand in marriage! For your good fortune in picking up the millionth Record magazine ever printed, we’ll write a full-page feature shamelessly mocking your existence! You’ve won the envy of hordes of other customers who had less significant timing in their purchases! You get to be the star of the upcoming SyFy original movie, Rise of the Wombats! For being our one millionth site visitor, you get one million viruses! Guess you better buy a better computer! Congrats on the upgrade! You’re the newest member of the “Bedbug of the Week” Club! You get the honor of being the first person to have smallpox in more than 30 years! —E. Campbell-Taylor

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SAVING MONEY THE HOMELESS WAY In today’s troubled economy, we’re all looking for ways to squeeze a few extra dollars out of our monthly budgets. This practice can seem like an exercise in futility sometimes, but let me tell you about a saving strategy that’s consistently worked for me. The life-changing secret to saving money is to constantly ask yourself, WWHPD: What Would Homeless People Do? 1. Never be afraid to ask people for money. Just don’t do it while sitting on the street accompanied by a dangerous-looking dog. It’s all in the presentation. In implementing WWHPD, you are not trying to transform into a homeless person, but rather adopt the thrifty mindset of one. Homeless people make the strategic error of looking like maggotridden street dwellers; avoid making that same mistake, and others will be more inclined to give you money. While waiting in line at Starbucks, for example, search frantically through your bag and look around helplessly. Turn to the people around you and ask, “Could you spare a few dollars?” You’re much more likely to succeed than the toothless, malnourished man asking for their change outside the door. People would much rather give money to someone who doesn’t seem like they need it, so it helps to put on a British accent.

2. Take advantage of public spaces. There are hundreds of them across every town and city that anyone has the right to visit!* During these cold winter months, turn off the heat in your house and see how long you can park yourself in a café before the waiters become annoyed. Challenge: How long can you sit there without actually ordering anything? My personal best is 15 hours—three before ordering my small lemonade. *I must stress how important it is to look good. If you are attractive, people will be more willing to tolerate your presence than the presence of someone whose skin is covered in layers of various grimy substances. 3. Coffee. Next time you’re in a new neighborhood and want a cup of joe, keep your eyes peeled for a homeless man. They will always go for the cheapest coffee in the area. I have fond memories of trailing homeless men with my daughter until they led us to a 25-cent coffee cart. This is one of my favorite tricks! (Note: You should always keep at least ten paces away from the homeless man, lest he receive his coffee, search his pockets frantically, and then ask if you have a quarter. You can’t afford that.) —E. Hitchcock

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APPLE RENAMED KUMQUAT, KUMPODS TO BE RELEASED SOON Dear Mr. Montgomery, Your manuscript for Snow: A Memoir was not a page-turner. It sounds like you tried hard, but your life is really pretty boring. Like, when your parents kicked you out of the house, why didn’t you just take a sleeping bag to your friend’s house, instead of sleeping in an alley? And why did you keep buying cocaine when you were out of money? Also, why would you snort powder up your nose more than once? I snorted a Pixie Stick up my nose once and everything smelled like oranges for a week. Yuck! Also, what is “turning tricks”? You never explain. Anyway, I give this book one star, and I think you should give up. Sincerely, Jill Swenson, age 9, Editorial Assistant, HarperCollins Publishing

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Dear America, The holidays are a busy time—so much so that we sometimes forget they’re a time for family. So this December, gather with your family in front of the TV for some of our newest Christmas specials, like Merry Christmas!: A Couple Is Freezing in the Woods and Season’s Greetings!: This Single Mother of Three Just Lost Her Job. And who could forget our now four-year classic, Happy Holidays!: Looks like Heather Got Sexually Assaulted Again. Tune in, Sundays at 8 PM EST! Yuletide blessings, The Lifetime Movie Network

MAN IN THE YELLOW HAT GOES MISSING, CURIOUS GEORGE SURPRISINGLY UNCURIOUS Dear guy who casually uses the phrase “never judge a book by its cover,” Do you realize the damage you could be doing with that advice? I almost DIED because of you. —A man who read a book entitled This Book Is Filled with Anthrax

COLORLESS GREEN IDEAS WANT PEOPLE TO STOP INVALIDATING THEIR EXISTENCE Dear Tortoise, What are you still doing on this road? I woke up from my nap and finished the race three hours ago. I mean, this was your idea—no need to be a sore loser. —Hare Dear Hare, History is written by the survivors. And my life expectancy is 150 years. Good luck spreading that story around while you still can. I think my version just might win out. —Tortoise

MAN SCREAMS “FIRE!” IN CROWDED THEATER, CROWD SAFELY EVACUATES BEFORE THEATER BURNS TO THE GROUND

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Dear Great Britain, I know Model UN isn’t supposed to match reality exactly, but as your moderator, I must insist you stop “sending Agent 007” to the nations of the world instead of employing diplomacy or traditional military force. James Bond isn’t real, and he cannot solve all your problems. Sincerely, An EP&E major who’s about to get the shit kicked out of him by a blond stranger in a tuxedo Dear security guy at Bass Library, Did you really need me to open up every single pocket in my backpack before you let me leave? Look! It’s my laptop! You found it! Way to go, man. You do realize that if I actually wanted to take a book out of Bass Library, I could just check it out, like, for free? That’s how libraries work. Maybe your time would be better spent checking everyone who goes in and out of some other building on campus. For example, if you were to sit outside the JE dining hall, you might catch me and my suitemates systematically smuggling cups and silverware back to our room. Just sayin’. Sincerely, A concerned undergrad

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WE HAD THE BEST ONE NIGHT STAND EVER, BOASTS LOCAL IKEA Dear Stephen, While we appreciate your creative spirit, and while yes, Sour Patch Kids were wildly successful, I’m afraid we simply cannot afford the legal ramifications that would be sure to hit us if we were to market a product called “Cyanide Kids” to depressed teens. Although I was definitely a fan of your proposed ad slogan: “First they kill you. Then, they’re sweet.” Regretfully, Reena Kallan, Cadbury Adams Canada, Inc.

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Dear Tracy, So…you know how hard we’ve all been working to repair the damage done to your lungs, and I know how much pain the operations have caused you. Unfortunately…none of it’s done much good. I guess there’s really nothing left to say except LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!!! —A doctor who wanted to give Tracy one last moment of happiness by making her think she’s on Saturday Night Live instead of in a hospital room dying

SCOTTISH PEOPLE ADMIT THEY ALSO CAN’T UNDERSTAND SCOTTISH ACCENTS Dear mother trying to convince her child to finish his dinner, Actually, that green bean casserole doesn’t look all that appealing. I suppose we’d appreciate it, but I think saying we’d love to have that food is going a little bit far. —A starving child in Africa

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