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I'd recommend it except that I think it's pretty offensive on a variety of levels. so here you are and you're reading the neo-comintern because what else can you do on a beautiful day like today?? well, I suppose you could be outside, you could be ice skating at your local pond, walking by your local river, or making a snow man/woman/child/elephant/lamp with your local snow. but you are loyal readers and I can speak on behalf of our dear bmc when I say, we are grateful for your faithful service. since the year has recently grown older or begun again in the repetitive fashion it has, I feel I must bring your attention to a few things: first of all, jim pankiew is actually a cockroach... he came across a transmographer one day and figured that if he turned himself into a human being, people would actually listen to what he had to say. jim, if you're listening, here's a tip... none of us are listening to you. second, when I was a small child I used to dream of living under the sea. I can assure you that this dream was not plagiarized; I simply believed in my four year old mind that I was the first genius to devise a plan that would actually allow this to happen. it turns out most people already live under the sea. most people are floating underwater in semi consciousness. most people don't have a single thought that hasn't been fed to them through a pink plastic straw. third, I told bmc that I finally figured out my life. he was very happy for me and asked me if I would be able/willing to figure his out for him. it was a new and glorious assignment and I ran right to my wheel and started running to get my energy up and the blood pumping to my brain. I soon discovered that the key to a happy life for bmc is to go out, buy a package of nibs and start eating... er... wait... no. bmc you must continue on exactly the path you are on at this exact moment. if you are on your way to the video store, keep going, the movie you rent will give you the entertainment to laugh your soul back into it's full form. if you are on your way to the fridge, keep going, the food you eat will give you the energy you need to think and solve the world's problems. if you are on your way to the computer, keep going, you probably have an email from me. this issue is special. this issue is sacred. treat it as you would your own child. unless you prefer to eat children. although this issue is probably just as tasty printed off and dipped in a little salsa. ,o$o o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$Y$$$$b d$$$' ` `$$b d$$' decorations ,$$ $$: by trilobyte ,$P `$n,.. . . . . . . . . . . . . ..P' `"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""' charm bracelets try my patience. especially the kind with bells. girls who wear them tend to be the kind who will gesticulate a lot and for no particular reason. they will be talking about their french poodles and find some reason to get excited about it. i don't care if spoofy got a new neutering job yesterday, or if the stiches on his ballsac started irritating him. you wouldn't either. you, my friend, would have more important things to talk about. but when you meet these people who are looking for a reason to shake their arms about and make noise, you will find that they will spare no expense of their credibility to ring, ding, rattle, and bore. "spoofy was playing with his favorite rattle toy and -- hehe -- " often poodle-keepers have odd things in common with their poorly sheared companions. though these pet-enthusiasts are often better trained at not peeing on furniture, they will look cute and make expressions which cause you to want to scratch behind their ears & maybe have them neutered or spayed. girls who keep poodles will wear the same short woolen sweaters as their poodles, though they tend to shop at different stores. they will show their teeth whenever possible. they replace the tinkly collar with a charm-bracelet and you get very, very annoyed. their haircuts. their haircuts are altogether poor. they ingest substances which are no better than dogfood, such as quiche and ecstasy while snorting a crushed multi-vitamin. "omigod, i was at this house party yesterday -- do you know ralphie? -- i was at his -- no? oh, -- i was at his house party yesterday, and " -- ringle, jingle, waving arms -- "i was ... omigod ... i was *sooo* wasted. ehehee!" i don't know who these girls think is looking after *them*. i don't think many of them have boyfriends who care about anything other than doing it doggy style ... they're not self-sufficient. if you leave them alone for a few moments they get into some valium and start moaning. at least then they stop jingling & rattling for a few hours. dave matthews band. i used to define myself by things i got out of pathetic vending machines. then i decided to start washing my clothes and made friends. it worked out fairly well, but i still get these girls coming up to me and telling me that they're not wearing any underwear. i don't care if they're cute, there's a reason for the lack of panties. what is it? why? they won't tell me; they just start jingling their bracelets, smiling, and consuming drugs. why? why? WHY!??! ,o$o o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$Y$$$$b d$$$' ` `$$b d$$' Toilet Humour ,$$ $$: by Gnarly Wayne ,$P `$n,.. . . . . . . . . . . . . ..P' `"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""' Kenny waltzed into the House Accessories area of the big local ...umm ...what is it? ...what are those things called? uuu... oh yeah... Supermarkets. So Kenny waltz in and headed straight for the nearest toilet sector. A friendly woman approached him with a big smile. "Hi there, can I help you?" she asked. "Yeah, I need a toilet," he said bluntly. "Okay, well here's our newest model, the..." the woman said. "yeah... yeah... bla... bla... greatest shit of my life... whatever. Listen, lady, I just need to know if it can withstand the force of 40 thousand kilowatts of rock," spoke Kenny. "ummm... er... well... no," said the saleslady nervously. "Oh no?" said Kenny. "Well how about one that can fly?" The saleswoman looked at Kenny strangely and then glanced around the room. "Why... no... no we don't," she said. "Well then, what's the difference between this toilet here and this one over here?" "Ummm... well, this model uses 3 gallons less per month of use and..." "WAIT A MINUTE! You mean to tell me that the only difference in these two toilets RIGHT HERE is that one uses slightly less water? Lady, I don't give two fucks how much water my toilet uses. I just want it to be able to get my feces out of the fucking house. Can you manage to do that for me?" "HEY! Do you really think I like to work here? Selling things that people are going to put their asses and tits on? I never wanted my life to turn out like this... ...sometimes I just want to end it now and get my miserable existence over with..." "BOOP DEE DOOP! Not caring over here! Just wanting something to release waste into!" "Why are being so cruel to me? What makes you so high and mighty? Where do you work at?" "McDonald's. Yeeah!" ,o$o o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$Y$$$$b d$$$' ` `$$b d$$' Number One Dad ,$$ $$: by BMC ,$P `$n,.. . . . . . . . . . . . . ..P' `"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""' Today my co-worker, Brian, came into the office jingling his keys, a big smile on his face. He fluttered past me and was sure to make eye contact as he did. When my eyes met his, he jingled his keys a bit harder. The sound of it resonated in my skull, increasing volume with each reverberation, until I completely lost track of the formula I had been developing for the last three hours. "What's with the key noise, you fuckin idiot?" I asked, afterward smiling to pretend my hostility was in jest. Brian smiled and put his keys on the table right beside mine. His keytag said "No. 1 Dad." "It's new. A present from my kids. I guess that means I'm better than you." My keytag said "Above Average Dad." I called Brian a simpleton and a liar and, leaping up from my desk, I kicked him in the stomach. As he doubled over, I scolded him for having done a poor job of raising his kids. I pointed out his two errors. Can you name them? (WARNING - SPOILERS FOLLOW) 1) Brian gave his children the money to buy the keychain for him. I also gave my children the money to buy mine for me, but I gave them half the amount he gave his kids. As a result, they had to buy me a cheaper keytag with a less elaborate slogan on it. This taught them a valuable lesson about humility, capitalism, and reality. Brian's keychain taught his children nothing. Who's the better dad now? 2) Brian's children were foolish enough to buy him the Number 1 Dad keytag in the first place. To make them believe that there was no dad better in the world was proof that he intentionally raised them without critical faculties, on a diet of propaganda and lies. It is an untruth that there is any way to objectively gauge The Number 1 Dad. For Brian to trick them into thinking that there is an objective measure, and furthermore that he could not possibly be a better father is brutally misinformative, and only for the purpose of getting him out of the responsibility of ever having to improve as a father. And that fucking keychain. All in all, I believe these factors feed into my ranking of Brian as an average dad or perhaps a below-average dad. The End. I hate Brian. .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. The Neo-Comintern Magazine / Online Magazine is seeking submissions. Unpublished stories and articles of an unusual, experimental, or anti-capitalist nature are wanted. Contributors are encouraged to submit works incorporating any or all of the following: Musings, Delvings into Philosophy, Flights of Fancy, Freefall Selections, and Tales of General Mirth. 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