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Saturday, May 23, 2009

New York Goes to Work/VH1/Mondays

By R Spade

Here we go again: how can we humiliate New York this week? It seems that she has finally caught on to the fact that America is just about traumatizing you. This week: nudist resort employee. Basically, New York just has to be a normal person around lots of naked people – she's seen Flavor Flav naked; she should be able to handle anything at this point.

New York's first task: serve old, naked people breakfast. Oh good! Mandatory homo at the nudist resort. Oooh...you can tell she thinks a boy is cute when she introduces herself at Tiffany. The woman who's observing her said the guests seem happy. Time for customer service! … Servicing naked customers sounds like my kind of job. Luckily, the naked man decides that he needs to reinforce all of the negative gay stereotypes (feminine, judgmental, and condescending). I just wasn't getting my fill with just making black people look terrible. And, a s if getting $10,000 in a day for what someone probably does for $15,000 a year (...I'm staying out of it) isn't a punch in the face enough to working class America, we can text vote to give New York a $2000 bonus for not curbing that fag looking for floaties. I never though I'd feel bad for New York, but goddamn.

Time for New York to clean the rooms! I feel like this episode would be more interesting if New York were naked as well (I'm honestly a bit surprised she isn't!). Now, I'm no Suzie Homemaker, but New York thinks that swiping at surfaces with a towel counts as cleaning. She cannot be that fucking stupid. For some reason, they leave her alone. She can't work a vacuum. Brain dead aborted babies can turn on a vacuum. New York gets to set up a luau. She decides that while she's hanging out with the guests, she need to get her drink on as well. A lady after my own heart. The resort head is not amused.

Moment of truth: Will New York get paid? Don't worry – there's an old white man to decide it! OH! New York totally fails! This is the first one that she failed. New York does a little rant about how she put up with naked old people. Bitch tore the check up in front of New York. The guy tried to be nice to her, but she wasn't having any of it. Apparently, this is why the commericals are begging me to give New York a two grand bonus (even though that's like two months' work for me).

Next week: general contractor, cake baker, or ghost hunter!!!

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Do You Want Fries With That?

By Max Gold, Age 13

There’s a quiet little town, in a world, on about a 78 degrees angle from Venus, about 2389329 miles away from Venus, full of really, really, really fat people. These people loved to eat; they would eat everything, from liver to asparagus, from chocolate to Sticky Cheese, and from Jelly to Jam. Now these people were happy people and no one ever put them down.

Outside Earth, there’s this gigantic space ship. This space ship looks exactly like a hamburger, with seeds every few yards and all. Their salt and pepper guns were loaded, and ready to hit this planet full of fat people (although they the McDonaldians didn‘t know they were fat.) The King Grilled Chicken stood up on the ice cream cone pillar, ready to make a speech.

“Hello My fellow McDonaldians” The King Grilled Chicken said. “Today we march down to earth, and we fight to death!” he screamed.

This got much applause, especially from a Chicken nugget, named Crispy Gangsta. “Yeah let’s show dem homies we gunna pop a soda cap up their-” But he was cut off when the king threw a ketchup packet at him. “Shut it. Now unleash all flamin’ hot sauce!” The King screamed.

Down on Earth all the fat people were having a “we-ate-ten-thousand-pieces-of-chicken-day.” Now as we all know that’s a huge celebration, everyone who’s anyone goes there.

Then, out of nowhere, it started raining salt and pepper. Then the sound of hamburgers the size of pillows ringed in everyone ears. Then… a giant pillow sized hamburger flew down from the sky. It was Crispy Gangsta ready for action.

Unfortunately a boy named Chungy saw Crispy’s ship and got over excited. He ran at the hamburger full force, and swallowed Crispy Gangsta whole. Then he tore that hamburger down and ate the entire thing in five seconds, and wanted more. Then the rest of the space ships came down. In half an hour not one scrap of food was left. Except the mother ship which had landed.

“I come to you humans in peace and hope we can make a fair agreement, and-” but he got cut off when Chungy got a little too hungry. He swallowed the king in one gulp. The poor McDonaldians had no idea what was coming… But the voluptuous folk on the ground sure got a lot of fun out of eating the mother ship.

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