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Friday, May 29, 2009

New York Goes to Work/VH1/Mondays

by R. Spade

What kind of magical fun could the viewers in America have planned for our girl New York this week? There are always such fabulous choices, and New York is such a sane lady whose good at working with all types of people. Oh...lovely. Ghost hunter.

New York is not even aboard the Queen Mary when she starts to freak out. New York don't like ghosts – c'mon America! She has to do four tasks with the ghost hunters in order to get the title of ghost hunter and get her ten g's (she's probably still reeling from failing the last one). Bitch makes more money in a day than I do in a year – take some motherfucking time off.

First, she has to make contact with the spirits. She holds the rods and talks to a little girl that drowned in the first class pool (what? Aren't there any fucking ghosts in steerage? Gotta make this tranny talk to the rich kid?). She passes the first test. Next, she has to record voices. Have these people never heard of New York before? I know she's been introducing herself as “Tiffany,” but y'all shouldn't be that goddamn brain dead. She's the loudest goddamn woman on the planet. She shrieks. Like she always does. Then she drops and breaks their equipment. Way to go, bitch.

She ends up further down the boat where she says someone was touching her arm! The ghost who got burned to death is pissed as all hell at her. Although she says “arm” the way Pittsburghers say “Iron” so I was a bit confused about what the fuck the ghost was touching. She makes contact with that ghost. New York actually did something! Immediately following, she goddamn refuses to take part in a séance! First, she tries to say she can't because she's a Christian (right...because Jesus loves people who fuck fifty year old former rap stars so they can be famous). Then, when she thinks something touches her, she starts shrieking like a child alone in a room with a priest and runs the fuck off.

Will New York get paid? No. No, she will not. While all the ghost hunters enjoyed working with her, they said that she totally failed at the tasks she was given. What will New York be next week, America? Are we finally going to let her work with other black people? Probably not. We will, however, watch her run around shrieking for our own amusement.

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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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