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Gym Workout Routine for the Zombie Apocalypse

by Lincoln Sedlacek

Warm-Up: Jumping Jack Signal
1) Find whatever window seems to have the most search-and-rescue helicopters in front of it, and stand up straight with your hands to your side.
2) Jump in the air, landing so that your feet are shoulder width apart and your hands are above your head. Quickly alternate between this position and starting position.
3) Continue for two minutes.
4) For aerobic endurance, try screaming at the top of your lungs.

Barricading Shoulder Hold
1) Facing the gym door, plant your right foot firmly near the door so that your leg is bent at a 90 degree angle and your left leg is stretched out behind you.
2) Plant your right shoulder against the door and push for 30 seconds.
3) You should feel the stretch in your left calf and, after about 10 seconds, a burn in your right arm and pectoral, varying in intensity depending on how many zombies are trying to break through the door.
4) If the burn starts within the first 5 seconds, make sure no zombies are gnawing on your arm.
5) Repeat for left shoulder.

Barricading Wall Sit
1) Facing away from the gym door, plant both feet shoulder width apart and place your back flat against the door.
2) Lower your torso until both your knees and your hips are bent at a 90 degree angle. Hold for 60 seconds.
3) This position causes one to automatically push against the door. As a result, it can be tempting to straighten one’s legs in order to make it easier to push against the door. However, this should be avoided, as it works fewer of the muscles in the glutes and thighs and signals a weak will and an easy brains feast.

Sled Push
1) Find the largest piece of exercise equipment in the room and, ignoring the instructions, plant your hands firmly on the seat, backrest, or handles – wherever you think will make it easiest to push the equipment forward.
2) Planting your feet firmly against the ground, push forward until the equipment begins to move.
3) Push until the equipment is pressed firmly against the door.
4) Repeat for all other equipment in the gym.

Floor-to-Ceiling Pillar Climb
1) Place your hands on one of the support pillars in the center of the gym, and hoist yourself up as high as you can on the first lunge.
2) Use your hands, knees, and feet to climb your way up the pillar until you reach the ceiling.
3) Push one of the ceiling tiles aside and pull yourself up into the ceiling.

Ceiling Frame Arm Hang
1) Having fallen through one of the flimsy ceiling tiles, grasp the metal frame supporting the rest of the ceiling tightly with both hands. Allow your arms to fully extend.
2) Hold for as long as possible – either until you are no longer able or until metal frame is no longer able to support your weight.
3) Land on hard floor, breaking ankle.

Broken Ankle Run
1) Grasping knee with pained expression on your face, limp quickly down hallway away from zombies while occasionally throwing panicked glimpses over your shoulder.
2) Maintain run for as long as possible – either until you are no longer able to keep going or until zombies catch up with you.

Cool-Down: Dismemberment Stretch
1) Screaming at the top of your lungs, allow zombies to slowly extend your arms and legs away from your body until they are fully extended.
2) You should feel the stretch in your pectorals, triceps, biceps, abdominals, upper back, lower back, glutes, inner thighs, outer thighs, quadriceps, and calves.
3) Hold stretch in each location until appendage slowly tears away from the rest of your body.

Science Facts Approved by the Texas State Board of Education

by Melissa Chiasson

Tyrannosaurus Rex is Greek or Latin or whatever for “evil king lizard that ate other lizards and occasionally people because they totally coexisted. ”

Evolution, while supported by a wealth of experimental data, cannot explain why gingers exist or why they are so awful.

Scientists assert that global warming has already led to a small rise in sea levels, but this is actually the result of angels crying over embryonic stem cell research.

Fracking adds tons of healthy, potentially flammable, nutrients to your drinking water while making your home a hub of fun seismic activity!

If you hold a trilobite to your ear, you can hear God whispering “Vote Rick Perry for President 2016.”

Just a Thought: Diving

by Jordy Greenblatt

What do you call it when a diver purposely loses a diving competition?

If I Reacted to Other People’s Careers the Way They React to Me Becoming a Mathematician

by Jordy Greenblatt

You’re a doctor? I don’t really know anything about medicine, but can you explain exactly how the endocrine system works in two minutes or less?

You’re a writer? I had a terrible writing teacher in high school. I bet I wouldn’t like you.

You’re a carpenter? You must be super good at carpentering.

You’re a singer? I stopped singing in 11th grade. The last song I sang was… hmmmmm… let’s see… Mozart’s Requiem. I wasn’t very good at that song.

You’re an engineer? I used to play with building blocks when I was a kid. Show me exactly what you’re designing and, if there’s anything I don’t understand, it’s probably your fault.

You’re a banker? So that means you print money, right? What kind of money do you print?

You’re a lawyer? Argue against the Electoral College in front of me right now for my perverse amusement. I’ll just be here smiling smugly and assuming that you don’t realize I’m making fun of you in my head.

You’re a project manager? God, I fucking hate project management.

I’m Not Gonna Sugarcoat it; I’m Going to Have to Amputate Your Head

by Jordy Greenblatt

I’m afraid the wound is much deeper than we’d thought and the infection is so bad that the tissue has become black, crusty, and most likely necrotic. If we’re going to prevent gangrene, we’ll have to take off that head.

I understand that you’re scared. Hell you’d be a fool if you weren’t. There are always risks when you go into surgery and I can’t guarantee that you will be alright. That said, there’s one thing I can guarantee: This will kill you.

It doesn’t take 4 years of medical school to realize that severing a human head is fatal. Think back to every (living) person you’ve ever met. Did they all have heads? Of course they did. Sure, some of them probably had ugly or creepy heads, but the point is that they did have heads securely fastened to their necks. It just stands to reason that there’s a common explanation.

Here it is: The second a person gets their head cut off, they die. Since everyone you know is alive, they must still have heads. Think of the anatomical implications of decapitation. Your brain is what keeps most of your bodily functions moving along. You ever tried living without your lungs breathing and your heart beating? It’s no walk in the park. Just think about the amount of blood you would lose. It would probably gush out like Old Faithful.

I’m sorry that was so blunt but it’s important to me that you understand the danger that goes along with the operation, namely certain death. You probably still have a lot of questions like “How do I update my will?” or “What sort of blade or saw will be used to hack my neck in two?” or “How will cutting off my head help an infection in my foot?” but unfortunately I have another surgery at 2 so I’m gonna need you to start counting backwards from 10.

They Said I Couldn’t Inhale an Entire Tank of Nitrous Oxide, but Who’s Laughing Now?

by Jordy Greenblatt

Bwahahahahahahahahahahahah Hahahahahahah Hahahahahahahahahahaha… Bahhhhhhahahahahahahahahaaahahahahahhahahaha!

A 1978 Letter From the Prime Minister of Sweden to Jim Henson Regarding the Swedish Chef

by River Clegg

Dear Mr. Henson,

Where to begin.

Let me first say that I personally enjoy your Muppet characters very much. They have brought great joy to the people of Sweden, from Fozzie Bear’s silly voice to Kermit the Frog’s ceaseless struggle under Miss Piggy’s dark, cruel yoke.

We also find Statler and Waldorf’s nihilistic commentary on a decaying and fundamentally lost universe quite humorous.

The Swedish Chef, however, leaves me perplexed. Surely it was not your intention to slander the cuisine—not to mention the culture and intellect—of an entire nation, yet what other conclusion can be drawn? Let me provide an example. In one of the character’s recent outings, he stands at his cutting board, ostensibly to prepare a meal with the banana sitting before him. But that pretense is quickly dropped when the chef (has this buffoon even a name?) becomes distracted by the spatula and ladle he holds, which he then waves side-to-side while mumbling in an incoherent bastardization of the Swedish language’s noble lilt.

(I would also note that the character’s personal grooming, even by the standards of the Muppet community, seems subpar.)

Once he miraculously regains his focus, the Swedish Chef is no brighter. After discarding his cookware, he takes up a battle axe—a clear reference to the violent Viking heritage that my people have admirably struggled to move beyond—and, preparing to slice the fruit in two, utters his first discernible words: “Banana split.”

At that point, I could watch no more. And while your average viewer may find it funny to see a great ignoramus disregard the most basic conventions of culinary technique while spouting a juvenile pun, I can assure you that the people of Sweden find this a most offensive caricature.

I remind you, sir, that it is 1978.

But I don’t only wish to complain. In the spirit of offering less incendiary (and, I hope you’ll agree, equally humorous) alternatives to the character’s current iteration, I have provided some of my own ideas for how the Swedish Chef might be employed in the future.

  1. The Swedish Chef stands at his cutting board. His wife, a woman of hearty shoulders and good hips, compliments him on his posture.
  2. The Swedish Chef stands at his cutting board. He asks his two sons, Strom and Olander, to gather firewood for the coming winter. They do so.
  3. The Swedish Chef stands at his cutting board and prepares a stew. (The people of Sweden would like to see all of the Muppets prepare more stews.)
  4. The Swedish Chef sacrifices both rooks in a cunning endgame to win the World Chess Championship.
  5. The Swedish Chef stands at his cutting board. To teach young viewers the absurdity of peasant life, he recites the classic tale of the girl and the snake.

This is not to say that the character inspires no audience sympathy. On the contrary, he has clearly sustained grave psychological trauma earlier in life—perhaps as a prisoner of war or hangman—and the ordeal has left him without means of expression save the childlike incantations of a madman.

Nevertheless, on behalf of the people of Sweden, I ask that you please stop inflicting this lout upon us. He is demonstrably a danger to himself and others, and is a much more accurate reflection of the Norwegian dogs to our west.

Warm regards,

Prime Minister Ola Ullsten

 

Amazon Reviews from Customers who Accidentally Bought “Fifty Shades of Gray: A Physician’s Guide to Treating Leprotic Skin Discoloration” Instead of “Fifty Shades of Grey”

by Melissa Chiasson

“Very educational, but characters lacked depth, especially Mycobacterium leprae.”

“People told me this book gets kinky, but, wow, this is really fucked up.”

“As a doctor, I highly recommend this book. As a person who just wants to read softcore porn in public, I was very disappointed.”

“From the first sentence, ‘Leprosy has plagued civilization for centuries, yet the modern physician now has many techniques at his or her disposal to treat its characteristic epidermal hypopigmentation,’ I was hooked.”

“This movie is going to be real graphic.”

“The electric needle therapy commonly used in leper colonies in the 70s and 80s provided the perfect analogy for my experience reading Fifty Shades of Grey.”

“At first I was upset that I had ordered the wrong book, but then I thought, what’s more disturbing: a love story about a controlling misogynist wang and his unrelenting conquest of a woman with no self-esteem, or a disease that causes disfiguring sores to sprout all over your body?

You decide! But the former does have better sex scenes.”

“5/5 stars, would 100% order accidentally again.”

 

You, My Friend, Are Going to Be One Delicious Hot Dog

by Jordy Greenblatt

Here we are, buddy. Just you, me, a wide assortment of fixin’s, and an ironic bib with a hot dog eating a human in a bun. You’ve had a quite a journey from factory to store, fridge, and finally grill. Now the time has come for you to fulfill your destiny. You, my friend, are going to be one delicious hot dog.

I can see you dripping with anticipation. I don’t know if it’s my eagerness for that first succulent bite, the waves of rich barbecue smoke wafting into my face, or some combination thereof, but I too find myself unable to keep the perspiration from my brow. But as we figuratively hold hands and dive into this unknown abyss of edible ecstasy together, I do so without reservation or regret.

This one last minute of you sizzling on the grill, gradually expanding and letting off the sweet sound of tiny beads of grease welling up and exploding feels like a lifetime. With each pop you dance a beautiful waltz meant for me and me alone. Wetting my lips one last tantalizing time, I reach for the tongs. I can hear them jingle wildly as my hands quiver. Their steely arms put you in one last embrace, bringing you up like the Prophet to the heavens.

My breathing grows rapid and erratic and you softly fall into the bun like an angel resting its weary head on a cloud. I grip your new wheaty home in a viselike two-handed grip, for I will not drop you, dearest. Slowly, slowly you approach my lips as they widen to accommodate your juicy girth. You enter and my jaws close around you, engulfing you in that eternal embrace known only to lover and beloved, killer and victim, hotdog and hotdog aficionado. Deeply, I swallow that first bite and, overwhelmed with my passion and unwavering devotion, I close my eyes and let a single tear fall down my cheek in tandem with the morsel of savory meat and cushiony bun sliding down my throat. Hmmmm…

Needs some ketchup.

E. E. Cummings Writes a Yelp Review for a Phoenix-area Olive Garden

by Melissa Chiasson

infinite breadsticks)

they beguile me from their basket while

whitney the waitress asks me what i’d like to order

as if i would know what to do with this tome

you call a menu

 

(stuffedmushrooms)

caprese flatbread aka pizza

fettucine alfredo,yawn

crab-topped chicken(wtf)

i’ll have the lasagna classico and two bottles of wine

yes, that’s all for one judge

much whitney?

 

terra cotta walls desperately channel tuscan villa

as the hooters across the parking lot promises

hot wings        and                     cold brewskis

 

this wine is terrible but it will

get you drunk

this lasagna is terrible and it will

not get you drunk

so I am drinking wine and eating my fourth basket of breadsticks

tiramisu for everyone, on me

toodrunk

 

god this is an

awful place Whitney

i have seen men die and

this is worse

why yes i’ll accept another(

 

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