Phone Call Informing the New Nobel Prize Winner in Physics of His Award, Shortly after He’s Had a Breakdown and Reverted to a Childlike State, as KISS Alive Plays in the Background

by David John

“Hello, professor? Stockholm here. You’ve won the Nobel Prize for your work on the heat-death of the universe.”
Stars are pretty.
“Yes, well said.”

The Horror! The Horror!

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Good God! What the hell is going on in the Arbuckle household? This little slice into their domestic affairs leaves litte wonder as to why Jon never gets laid and Garfield is such a fat unfeeling bastard. Not to mention,…

Cracked Baby

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Cracked magazine, relaunching in January 2006, has gone online. Sylvester P. Smythe is already a-mopping….

R.I.P., Nipsey Russell

by Nick Jezarian

Dear Nipsey

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Selected E-Mails to the Poet Laureate of Television from People who Mistook the Fan Web Site Nipsey Russell’s Funky Palace for the Rhymer’s Personal Homepage The following are all [sic], except titles and redactions. N.R. ’n’ C.N.R. Subj: charles…