Pepe Le Pew Charged with Raping Cat with White Paint On It

Acme, Looney Tunes Land – In what is being described as a heinous attack, Pepe Le Pew has been brought up on rape charges involving a cat with white paint on it. The cat, who accidentally got white paint on herself while crawling under a freshly painted fence was unavailable for comment. Le Pew, a skunk with a French accent has long been accused of raping temporarily pigmented felines.

Portions of the discovery were made available to the press by federal prosecutors. Shocking among the details is that the skunk is actually from Cleveland and not Paris. His real name is Stinky McSmellington and he does not work in a perfume factory, but in a fart factory. Le Pew has a long history of crimes of a sexual nature and if convicted on current charges faces 20 years in a maximum security prison. The majority of the victims of these crimes have been felines. There is a pattern of “forced kissing” and “muaw muaw muaw” sounds in all known cases.

Le Pew was brought to Acme Police Headquarters for questioning. The officers seen transporting Le Pew wore clothespins on their noses and were outfited with special Anti-Stink spray rifles. Eye witnesses to the arrest all agree that several stink lines were seen eminating from the suspect and several people who came in contact with these stink lines immediately passed out or turned green. Le Pew was heard saying, “I love zis woman, eh, I love zem all! I thought she was zee skunk, I am the French lover….c’mon, she wanted it!” At press time Le Pew was being held in a bathtub filled with tomato juice.

Cal Ripken Jr. Runs Out of Baseball Metaphors Quickly During Corporate Appearance

Middlefield, Ohio- During a corporate appearance on site at one of Flambeau, Inc.’s plastics manufacturing plants today, Hall of Famer Cal Ripken, Jr. quickly ran out of baseball metaphors during a motivational lecture.

Ripken began, “When I played for the Baltimore Orioles, I was known for strapping on the cleats for every game. But out here in the real world, you’ve got to have what it takes to hit the corporate changeup everyday. To be an MVP employee you’ve got to swing away, aim for the fences and hit a home run in your sales pitch. You’ve got to try for the grand slam, but also pepper in some singles, doubles and triples to round out your team stats. When your faced with a potential double play in the plant, you’ve got to slide hard into second and try break it up…um… much like breaking up the necessary compounds in a ratten extruder or fixing a pelletizing machine.”

The normally affable slugger, seemed somewhat out of sorts in his public speaking engagement. He continued, “when its the bottom of the ninth, and you’ve got to make you quarterly numbers, just remember that its one…two…three strikes your out of the old ball game. Phew…is it hot in here? Anybody got any peanuts or crackerjacks?”

After fumbling with a projector for a full 2 minutes, the 19-time All Star put together quite possibly the lamest power point presentation ever. Pointing to the single screen presentation, Ripken laid out “Cal’s Triple Play of Success” which was met with a serious lack of enthusiasm.

Product coordinator Meldon Kikus was on hand for the presentation. “I’ve seen this guy on TV a bunch, I figured he’d done it before. I knew he was in trouble when he cross referenced respecting the work space with the infield fly rule. At least when [NBA Hall of Famer player] Alex English came by he seemed somewhat natural. He shot three 18-millimeter silicone flange caps into an industrial waste bin and said “now that’s like slam dunking a perfect safety record,”  at last year’s plastic’s safety conference in Walla Walla.”

Things really took a turn for the worse when Ripken, while standing next to a vertical injection molding machine, a machine designed for the molding of plastic materials, said “now you see why I’m the Iron Man.” Whispers filled the manufacturing floor when it became apparent that Ripken had no idea he was actually speaking at a plastics manufacturer and not some sort of iron or steel plant. The mood became downright uncomfortable when after speaking for only 15 minutes Ripken made references to a first baseman’s mitt, Mike Boddicker, throwing a slurve and finally “making a touchdown.”

Sports motivational speech analysts have called this the worst sports motivational speech since Olympic gold medal sprinter Usain Bolt, explained at length his “challenges” and “hardships” in learning to run fast to a group of wheelchair bound children with cerebral palsy.

New Jersey Devils Pregame Ritual Goes Too Far

Prudential Center, Newark, New Jersey: A chilling scene left the crowd of 14,317 disgusted Monday as the New Jersey Devil’s new pregame ritual went too far. With attendance sagging in NHL venues all over the country, the league has encouraged teams to amp up their pregame theatrics. Still, even with a directive from the commissioner’s office, many religious groups, parental groups and even animal rights groups have complained about the Devils pregame ritual.

A bleeding from the eyes, shrunken skull necklace wearing voodoo priest led the Devils starters onto the ice. When the chanting shaman reached center ice he wildly waved what appeared to be a burned and moldy hockey stick until the house lights at the Prudential Center went dark. The arena was then filled with a blood curdling scream sending a chill down the sides of everyone in attendance. When the house lights came back on, the voodoo priest was seen slicing the neck of a goat while standing on a pentagram. The priest then took a rusty, silver goblet and placed it by the violently convulsing goat’s neck so as to catch its blood in the goblet. The priest raised the goblet before the shocked crowd, drank a healthy amount and then spit goat blood towards the New York Rangers. The priest then handed his followers the goat so they could drink from it, and then he danced his way off the ice.

The announcement of goaltender Martin Brodeur was filled with background music and sound of eerie laughing, flashes of Nazi and serial killer voices and screaming as the projected images of demons with blood dripping from their unhinged mouths were flashed on the ice. A coffin was dragged on to the ice by what appeared to be a hunchbacked, albino leper. The coffin was lit on fire and Brodeur emerged from the casket to take his place in goal.

On the scoreboard an anamorphic devil with a rusty, knife-like phallus raped a teenager wearing a New York Rangers jersey who in turn regurgitated the digitized starting lineups.

Local pastor Robinson Kincaid was in attendance with his family. “The pregame stuff was an outrage, I would never expect this type of horrible display at a family event.” When asked how he enjoyed the game Johnston replied, “oh, it was a great game, especially when [Devils' forward, David] Clarkson, fought that pussy on the Rangers in the second period. I think he drew blood…it was awesome! Go Devils!”

Devils General Manager Lou Lamirello has gone on record to defend the pregame ritual. “For years I’ve tried to provide the citizens with a quality product. We are a 3 time Stanley Cup Champion, we make the playoffs every year, we have quite possibly the best goaltender of all time in Martin Brodeur, a brand new arena… for Pete’s sake, we’re in first place this year…again!” He continued, “but, if the people need a dog and pony show before the game to get them in the seats… well, let them enjoy this Wiccan shit sandwich I’ve concocted.”

The Devils are not the only NHL team under fire for pregame ceremonies implementing spirited literal interpretation of the team name. The Devils overzealous pregame ritual was nothing compared to the Colorado Avalanche and Tampa Bay Lightning pregame extravaganzas that led to the death of over 10,000 fans in attendance , not to mention the team’s staff, arena workers and of course the destruction of both arenas. Oddly, the Montreal Canadians pregame program has led to no commotion whatsoever.

Will Smith Awarded 2024 Oscar for “The Barack Obama Story”

GoogleFacebook Arena, Hollywood, CA - In a future ceremony broadcast live on over 5 million Apple HD Cellular iGlasses, Will Smith took home the 2024 Best Actor Oscar for his performance in “The Barack Obama Story.” Smith, present with 3rd wife Hillary Duff Pitt Smith accepted the much anticipated award.

Smith’s performance was described by many critics as “inevitable,” “agreeable” and “obvious.” Robot Roger Ebert said: “My host model predicted this 25 years ago.”

The movie covers all 12 years of President Obama’s historic presidency. From his curing of HIV and cancer, through leading the United States in World War III, to his appointing the first transgendered Supreme Court Justice, to the addition of the 51st State of Iceland ; Will Smith delivered his trademark cocksure attitude and reliable bankability as a movie star to bring home the gold.

Smith accepted the award as a memorable scene from the movie played in the background. In the scene President Obama saves the American economic crisis as he discovers the secret to a renewable energy source. The discovery of the energy source leads to every American citizen being awarded a share in American Energy Corporation, which created the nation of millionaires all American’s are now accustomed to.

The movie opened on the 14th of July, Will Smith’s trademark movie opening date of New Independence Day. “Big Willie Style owns New Independence Day” said Smith. “I always knew I’d get this role someday and it would be career defining. I mean c’mon, you knew, like, 15 years ago I’d be winning this Oscar.”

Will Smith blew away the competition, including fellow best actor nominee Gordon Joesph Levitt for his role as “Baltic Avenue” in Monopoly: The Movie.

Screaming, Crying Baby Enjoying 10pm Showing of Friday the 13th

Clifton, New Jersey – True Jackson, a screaming crying baby who sat three rows in front of you really enjoyed last nights 10pm showing of Friday the 13th.  Whether its the gruesome dismemberment on the screen or the highly caffeinated Mountain Dew in the infant’s bottle, the infant really voiced his opinion…by screaming and crying.

All attempts by you politely inform Ms. Jackson that her baby is crying were immediately ignored. Taking only brief moments away from her loud cellphone call to yell “don’t go in there!,” Ms. Jackson is unaware of just how much her son is enjoying the movie. Deciphering that the baby’s screaming and crying were of enjoyment of the grotesque and sexual movie were gathered from listening to his mother’s phone call. At several points during the movie Ms. Jackson stated, “don’t worry about True, he love the Mike Myers.”

Even though you had been looking forward to enjoying Friday the 13th, it become a terrible annoyance. Pleas to get the baby to stop enjoying the movie so much at AMC Clifton Commons 16 were drowned out by a variety of sources. First, the couple making out next to you, whose loud sucking noises caused you to stop eating your Goobers. Second, the 15 year old freckle-faced kid who sat behind you kicking your chair, throwing popcorn at you and called you “fag” under his breath. Lastly, sitting immediately to your left (even though plenty of seats open everywhere) was a 345lb man eating a burrito that was clearly bought at Chipotle.

The screaming, crying baby has also been known to enjoy being next to you on plane rides, at the bank, at the post office and when you are are being told “you are the father” when on the Maury show.

Elvis On the Economy

Now alright mama before we get this whole humdinger a shakin, the King is gonna need a few things. Hey, Pops, could you have them in the back shake me up a peanut butter and banana sandwich with some of the King’s special pep pills…and… baby toes. C’mon now, I’m the King! She wrote upon it, Return to Sender…address unknown, no such person…no such so.

Alright, so now the King’s feelin’ the pinch of this here economy, Jack. I had to sell my midget to some Chinese guy in Koreatown. It was worse then the time I woke up in Hank Williams’ bathtub wearing a table cloth with ketchup stains on it… hmmm… ketchup. Hey, Colonel, can you have them mix me up a sandwich with cherry apples, cow tongue, a minced Al Kaline rookie card….and…baby toes. C’mon now, I’m the King! Every body in the whole cell block, was dancing to the jailhouse rock.

Now before the economy became such a huckleberry, the the King used to wear velvet underpants every place he went. But, now I only wear velvetine underpants…with tassels. Hey, turtledove, you think you can come over hear rub the King’s neck flap, the rhinestones are itchy…ah, yeah…whooo weeee. You makin’ the King be all like….Her lips are like a volcano that’s hot, I’m proud to say shes my buttercup, I’m in love… I’m all shook up… mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!

Alright…alright…the economy. You see, Priscilla don’t  really like it when I talk about aliens… but I’ve got something to say about that. It’s these here aliens that keep stealing the King’s fucking sandwich! HOT POTATO COLONEL, WHERE IS MY SANDWICH! Look, here’s what I need, have ‘em do it up: one sandwich, alright now, with sardines, peanut butter, the Metro section of the last Tuesday’s Cleveland Plain Dealer, a question mark…and baby toes AND you Colonel, if you want to keep your 60% publishing rights you will get in that fucking sandwich and get in my stomach…now! Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.

Elvis is a Buzz Pirates Correspondent

Man Dies of Snack Attack

Hershey, PA, 3:08pm – In what crunchologists are referring to as the worst mid-afternoon malnuritionment in nearly a decade of taste satisfaction, a 29 year old man died of a Snack Attack on Monday. The Snack Attack brings to mind a 711 incident in which 6 died in a pre-Macho Man Randy Savage lack of Slim Jim snapping into. Emergency technicians rushed to the scene from all area Snack Attack cure stations including Taco Bell, Pizza Pizza, Burger King…but they were too late. A snackogram was performed on the scene by Toll House authorities, resulting in what was dangerously low levels of salt, sugar and deliciousness quotient. The body was found with what appeared to be a long empty bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, a box of Oreos with only crumbs in it and an apple with a tiny bite taken out of it. Noted tasteologist Cheeto “Chip” Crisp was quick to the scene. Armed with a Nabisc-o-meter and Nougat-Finder, Crisp and his team scoured the unidentified man’s apartment and were unable to find anything individually wrapped, mass-produced or vacuum sealed. The Hamburgler and the Noid are considered suspects and are being held for questioning.

Mid-Meal Inspection Agent Cupcake Fudgington addressed the media in reaction to the attack. “It’s always a tragedy when a citizen with the munchies is unable to make it from lunch to dinner without proper snackitude,” said Fudgington. “A full snacktime investigation is underway but thus far it has proved fruitless, as so far we have only found fruit in the man’s apartment. There are no signs of anything crispity, crunchity, melty, chocotastic or mucho delicious-o! For the love of God, there wasn’t a single tastolicious thing in the man’s apartment. What kind of world is this! Did we lose a war or something?!”

Fudgington was temporarily restrained before apologizing, “I’m sorry, I must have low blood sugar or something…anybody got any of them pretzels that come with chocolate dipping sauce? You know, chocowizzlers? What? Of course they exist…no get me one now. NOW!”

Dr. Pie Caramel, chief Sugarologist at the Snickers University and revered chairman of CHEESE (Coalition for Hearty Excessive Eating and Snack Enthusiasts) addressed 5 people in a Dayton, OH, Exxon Tiger Mart. “It doesn’t matter whether you are a chocoholic, a dude in need of chip-itude, a girl with a hunger that only cheese can please! When you get that rumble in your tummy, each and every one of us could fall victim to a Snack Attack.” The Snickers University legend then simply concluded with the simple question, “why wait?”

Authorities have ruled out foul play and are convinced that the man died of Snack Attack. The fact that the man was a 387 lb diabetic asthmatic was dismissed as “irrelevant.”

Iceland Becomes 51st State as President Obama Signs “Iceland Purchase”

Reykjavik Iceland, USA – Following the collapse of the Icelandic government, President Barack Obama signed the historic “Iceland Purchase” on Tuesday. This led to the immediate ratifying of “Proposition 32 Degrees” which led to the subsequent announcement that Iceland has become the 51st State.

The addition has been a godsend for the people of Iceland as the the Icelandic Krona has been devalued by the bankruptcies of several Icelandic banks as what was one of the richest countries has been in a downward spiral for months. Former King or President or whatever they used to have over there, Fjorn Guunderstansinhammerstiln summed it up, “look, we had everything under control in June when we invested in that sundial company… it was sunny, like, all the time[referring to Iceland's summer solstice]. But when the winter came and it got dark all the time, we were all like, oh shit… totally fucked. Each and every citizen used to have their very own hat made out of baby seal, now there’s barely enough rotten shark to eat. I mean, poor Bjork has barely been able to buy enough pixie dust to sprinkle on her Unicorn farm. Its awful. Thank the Viking Gods that American bought us.”

News of the 51st state immediately led 35,540,342 Americans to immediately point out that Greenland is actually mostly ice and Iceland is mostly green. Bjork and Sugar Rios Cd’s have been flying of the shelf all day. Plus, Jim Kramer of TV’s “Mad Money” almost went into cardiac arrest while yelling for a full one hour show for viewers to invest in flag companies as every single US flag will need to be replaced or at least outfitted with a “51st star expansion pack.”

Following Iceland’s acceptance as the 51st member of the United States, President Obama immediately deployed apple pies, cheeseburgers, Julia Roberts and baseballs to Iceland. The Puffin was immediately named the state bird for the new “Ice State” and the state motto was announced as “Totally way colder then Alaska.”

Republicans all over the country are declaring this as a great day for America. Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) added, “by adding Iceland we’ve lowered the United States’ overall temperature thereby solving global warming. Al Gore can shove it. I’m going to buy a Hummer when I get back to Louisville! Oh and by the way, screw Puerto Rico.”

Former President George W. Bush released a statement from his Texas Ranch, “This is a great day for the American people, as America will finally be able to harness the recipe for Ice. We were “this close” when I was the President, but I just kept coming up lukewarm. Heh heh.”

Work Begins on George W. Bush Memorial Magazine Stand

Houston, Texas – With the inauguration of President-Elect Barack Obama quickly approaching, work began Monday on the George W. Bush Memorial Magazine Stand. As per the President’s special request, lead designer Monte LeCriff has been charged with the task of creating a magazine stand which will be both colorful and highlight pictures of dinosaurs reading magazines. LeCriff commented by saying that he “will build a stand that epitomizes the intellectual prowess and borderline literacy” of the 43rd President of the United States.

Initially the idea of having monkeys reading magazines was suggested, but the President dismissed the idea by insisting that “monkeys are stupid” and then ran out of the room with his Nintendo DS.

LeCriff, who famously designed the Stallone Mouth Museum, Paris Hilton Choch Cleanliness Clinic as well as the Andy Dick Snorting Cocaine Off a Flaming Twink War Memorial is excited about his most recent project. “We have secured a very prestigous placement in a Radio Shack fronted stripmall. This stripmall, is probably one of the top 17 stripmalls in the tri-county area. We are very excited about this opportunity to truly honor the President in a way that fits him.”

“The President is a reader, I mean he has subscriptions, to like 4 magazines,” said White House maid Olivia Sanchez. “As a matter of fact I think he has the magazines directly delivered to the Oval Office bathroom.”

“Oh, my Poopsie, he always has been a marvelous reader while on the toilet” added Laura Bush. “I remember him telling me about reading an entire issue of Highlights magazine in one sitting on the toilet. Both his legs had fallen asleep, but he stuck it out for 50 full minutes trying to find everything in the Hidden Picture Playground. He’s a real go-getter…well, when it comes to reading magazines on the toilet he is.”

United States Secretary of Education, Margaret Spellings suggested that maybe President Bush should go the “classic route” of having a Presidential Library and that perhaps a magazine stand would be “trashy” and “send the wrong message.” When approached with the idea, President Bush stared puzzled at Spellings for a full five minutes before answering, “well, but this is gonna have dinosaurs reading magazines on it…”

Jewish First Grader Has Revenge, Ruins Christmas for Everyone

Bumpus Mills, TN- Weeks of torment at James Polk Middle School of lone Jewish first grader Jerry Steinburg hit its apex this morning. For the last three weeks leading up to Christmas, Steinburg had been the victim of continuous barbs about his beliefs and traditions. The teasing began when first grade teacher Maggie Flynn began decorating her classroom right after Thanksgiving. An appearance of a Jewish Star of David and Menorah on the bulletin board began heated discussions of disbelief when it was revealed that Steinburg’s family did not celebrate Christmas. A kickball game at recess that same day in which Steinburg struck out twice did not help matters. It was on this day that many of the children began to refer to Steinburg as “Jewy Jerry.”

The ostracizing of Steinburg was mostly centered around anti-semitic “Present-Related” discussions. Even the girls chimed in the disbelieve that Santa would not be visiting the Steinburg residence on December 25. Jerry Steinburg repeatedly tried to deflect and explain his family’s traditions by stating that he would be receiving presents every single night of Hanukkah, but this did little to calm remarks.

Leading the “Jewy Jerry” chants was husky, red-headed first grader, Brian Finnegan who added, “Santa hates that Jewy Jerry, he’s not even going to bring him a single present. I’d hate to be Jewish, especially on Christmas. Santa even goes to my weird Uncle Tom’s house, even though my dad says God hates the fact that his roommate is some other guy. Jewy Jerry smells.”

Steinburg’s teacher Mrs. Flynn added “Jerry’s always excelled in Math and Reading…basically every subject. He’s still been getting teased a lot about his special Jewish Christmas that he celebrates. I was surprised when his mother informed me that his family celebrated Thanksgiving… I mean, that’s why I didn’t ask him to participate in our Indian/Pilgrim cake party. The other kids have really been getting on him recently. Maybe he’d fair better with the other children if he tried at kickball a little harder.”

Steinburg’s mother, Linda, attempted to ease tensions by providing the entire class with chocolate Hanukkah gelt. The gesture backfired, when 85% of the candy was used to pelt Steinburg when he failed to recite all the words to the non-secular Christmas song “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” correctly.

Classmate Kyle Dimmons added, “Jewy Jerry kept trying to show me this gay top he was playing with. He said it was for Channukah. It had all these stupid symbols on it and he tried to sing me some stupid song about playing with it. When he handed it to me I just said it had cooties and tossed it.”

Tensions reached their boiling point on Monday during the class holiday party. Steinburg was just trying to get through the party and hope that the week off from school and end of Christmas would return things to normal for him. Steinburg was attempting to have a slice of Jesus Birthday cake prepared by Mrs. Flynn when more taunting began. Brian Finnegan grabbed Steinburg’s cake away and started yelling “Santa Claus hates Jewy Jerry.” Most of the class joined in the chant and it continued until Mrs. Flynn was able to convince the class to settle down.

At this point Steinburg ran to the coatroom, grabbed a stack of papers and approached the center of class…walking with a sense of purpose and confidence, not yet seen in the young Semite. Steinburg then lowered the volume on the stereo iPod which had been blaring “Frosty the Snowman” drawing all attention on himself. At this point Steinburg stood on a chair and fired off a rant which would ruin Christmas for every single classmate. Armed with flawless logic, colorful handouts and basic Jewish Chutzpah… Steinburg spent the next 15 minutes explaining that there was in fact… no such thing as Santa Claus. It was a stunning moment in James Polk Middle School.

When he was finished with the tirade, there were no chants of Jewy Jerry… no rude comments about Steinburg’s lack of kickball prowess… just silence. Then, as Steinburg had hoped and prayed to his Jewish God every single night of Hanukkah… each and every single first grader in Mrs. Flynn’s class began crying. Dimmons, Finnegan and every single boy and girl started hysterically crying at the thought that there was no Santa Claus. Collectively, Christmas had been ruined for everyone in the class.

A very satisfied smile came over Jerry Steinburg’s face. Amidst the crying, sobbing and shattered dreams of Santa Claus, Steinburg grabbed a big ‘ol piece of Jesus birthday cake, sat down and enjoyed the most delicious snack he’d had in quite some time. The halls of James Polk Middle School were a little brighter for the young Hebrew that day. It was truly, a Hanukkah Miracle.