Thursday, June 28, 2007
A soy-based economy-alternative that limits trade with the outside world, relying mostly if not entirely on its own resources, and is usually made from seitan or tofu.
Goes great with...
The refreshing soft drink that prohibits commerce with nations as political punishment! Refreshingly crisp and economy-stifling.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
I was financially penalized into submission.
Traffic laws were obeyed with all-time acquiescence and muttering umbrage after my insurance went up for a recent speeding ticket.
A dog made me rearrange furniture.
Much like David Berkowitz, I was compelled to do a neighborhood canine's bidding, which consisted of tasteful feng shui advice.
I made a joke so dry that everyone just thought I was dumb.
Subtlety is a lost art.
Meat was in the air.
Tepid sausage on the kitchen counter foretold a dark future of pungent meat-cooking.
I waited for an intervention.
Nervously anticipating some heroic meddling from my friends in response to my various unsustainable addictions, I waited.
I had the nervous breakdown everyone knew was coming.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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A heartwarming tale of two cellmates who find love writing letters through a prison dating agency, only to find out that their penpals are actually each other! Rated NC-17 for extreme sexual content.
A documentary-style film about the origins and development of the bathrobe. Rated NC-17 for extreme sexual content.
The Sexy-Time Sexual Movie
A boy learns the art of mime in this autobiographical coming-of-age story. Narrated by Wilford Brimley. Rated PG-13 for a Marcel Marceau reference.
Two doctoral candidates experience a simultaneous psychotic break during their studies as a result of a food allergy, causing them to lose their housing, scholarships, and careers... and find love! Rated G.
Spurred on by the helpful suggestions/threats of friends, creator and CEO of The Unicorn Shack Betty Ballsworth has crawled out of the haze of depression and drug abuse to revive the blog of all - or at least some - blogs in a do and/or die fashion.
With sponsorship from the Foundation for Stop Talking About Me Like I’m Dead and an official endorsement from the Freelance Messiah Institute, the Shack officially pledges its tentative and highly conditional commitment to more regular posting* of the sardonic chicanery you’ve all grown accustomed to not seeing anymore. With an ambitious strategy to return readership to the tens of its heyday, Betty Ballsworth and her all-star staff will be working occasionally to bring you the most cutting-edge blog content available at this web address.
So put us back on your RSS, light some candles, and put on your sweats.
* Regularity of posting may not include increase in frequency or quality.
Friday, October 14, 2005
I failed to accurately convey the weirdness of a dream.
Not for lack of trying.
I wished I could shoot lasers out of my eyes.
Seriously, that would be awesome.
I used the phrase "This is our little secret" on at least two occasions.
My creepiness index went up a point.
I downloaded a bunch of power ballads from the 80's.
The devil made me do it. The devil likes Foreigner!
The government ruined my life.
I was financially penalized for a harmless error and subsequently made to feel my seemingly infinite impotence in a bureaucracy effective only in being cumbersome and unfair.
Sports fans go away.
The sixth circle of hell that is Fenway closed for the season.
People were stupid.
Ubiquitous idiocy reigned supreme.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Dear the guy,
I'm sorry I emasculated you in front of your friends. I realize that you didn't expect your stale notions of human existence or gender norms to be challenged by a dumb girl this evening.
All I can offer is my deepest condolences for the deflation of your ego and presumably your erection, though gladly I have no empirical evidence of the latter.
Best of wishes for the recovery of your delusional and archaic way of thinking.
* Does it really matter which one?
** Let's assume some universal setting like a speakeasy or bath house.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Prominent and semi-prominent people are dying. A lot. While we're not fearing the reaper, I figured I might as well make some glib commentary.
What can we do when our heroes off themselves?
- Sigh with relief about that last-minute decision to use pencil for "heroes list."
- Soliloquize in public places about the aberrant parody of humanity that is modern existence.
- Write a poem or short story.
- Throw a my-hero-died-so-buy-me-stuff party.
- Send a strongly-worded letter to Jesus.
- Shrug with jaded cynicism and tell everyone you saw it coming.
- Find new, less talented, more stable hero.
- Use it to get out of school/work/rehab.
- Let everyone know that you had nothing to do with it.
- Call friends to arrange collection of bet winnings.
- Make a list of mildly amusing reactions to mask your bemused chagrin.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Gotta be me, drug free.
I abstained from all drug use for 7 days in a row just to see if I could.
I got real mad a lot.
Anger management skills reached lowest levels since adolescence and/or cocaine withdrawal.
Another page was turned on my Star Trek (OS) calendar.
My disillusionment with humanity knew no bounds.
People alienated me and I made sweeping generalizations about it.
My reclaiming of my identity as dope fiend knew no bounds.
The wanton drug bender I enacted following my 7-day abstinence was a terrible success.
I found new ways to express myself.
I was driven to make a t-shirt reflecting my general belligerence.
More alienation occurred.
At least one person probably thought I was too something: aggressive, intoxicated, leather-clad.
I denied imaginary accusations of being too aggressive, intoxicated, and leather-clad.
I conceded to the idea that I may have imagined some accusations.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
A Cosmo extraction.*
Let's face it, girls, we're here for them! Once you've landed a man, cooking for him, cleaning for him, pleasing him, having his children, and taking the occasional punch in the jaw are all part of the gig. But how can you be sure you're doing everything correctly, gracefully, and with efficiency? Wouldn't it be great to have some guidance from the men we adore and serve? Well, wonder no more; we got the goods straight from the horse's mouth - we asked some of our favorite guys what they want, and this is what they told us.
"I like it when she goes down on me and leaves afterwards. Oh, and comes back to make the bed when I'm in the shower, but secretly, and leaves again before I get out."
"Don't talk about yourself. Unless you're talking about what you like about me, specifically stuff like going down on me and how much you enjoy it."
"It's best if she swallows, 'cause you know, less mess. Unless we're at her place. I don't mind leaving my seed there."
"It's a myth that men prefer virgins. They give really lousy head, it turns out."
"A neck massage is awesome after a really great blow job."
"I like it when girls say dirty words and stuff. It would be great if they could do that while they give head, but, you know, then it's all 'mmmrrmmfff' and 'cmmmnnk.'"
"You've got to be able to really cook a great meal. And go down on me."
*All implications present in this post are derived from and inspired by an issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine and are completely true.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
The "Come Be Gay" Campaign
We're recruiting and attempting to convert your children to homosexuality. It's not always an easy task, so we're enlisting the help of actual homosexuals to spread their gayness through focus groups and skin contact. We'll be beginning on the East coast and traveling west across the Bible Belt.
Coming to your child's school soon!
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
- It's not so hard to smuggle reefer on an airplane.
- Duct tape makes me itchy.
- It may be lonely at the top, but it sure is crowded in the middle.
- You've got to know when to hold 'em, especially when it comes to petty slot machines and your last five bucks.
- Prime rib dinner only 9.99.
- The American Dream smells a lot like stale cigar smoke and perfumed farts.
- The dumber people are, the more they will try to school you on things they know very little about.
- Egos are fragile.
- A friend with weed is a friend indeed, even if there are subtle signs of pathology.
- Hope is for suckers.
I definitely prefer my iniquities without the bright lights and bold-faced lies. Dimly-lit, surreptitious mistruths and despair are more my style. Boston, you're my home.
Monday, October 04, 2004
I waited for inspiration.
Hoping for the big creative break that will propel me to immediate stardom, I waited.
The Presidential Debate made me giddily depressed.
I was even surprised by my surprise at feeling both glee and dolor about the president's fumbling.
A left-wing fundraiser I attended was far more depressing.
There are few social situations (as witnessed by me) that are more pathetic and tedious than a bunch of complacent liberals trying to impress each other with everso droll quips about the stupidity of the president. Yeah, he's dumb. Maybe you should go write a book about it that someone can put in their bathroom for a week. There's an entire genre dedicated to it.
I attempted to dull the pain with marijuana. Again.
It never works out quite like I want it to.
To my secret delight, my resume was ignored by a new cluster of employers.
I'm considering excluding the JPEG attachments of me at parties for the next round.
My life is the place to rock.
Friday, September 24, 2004
I had a nightmare that I had a job.
I returned to my first post-graduation job in this dream, groveled to be reinstated, then ran away in silent cowardice on the first day back.
Many fruit flies died by my hand.
Thrust into the heart of darkness on a serial fly-murdering mission, I sacrificed my humanity to become a killing machine.
My husband licked his own nipple.
Boys can do it too, apparently.
My cleverness knew no bounds.
After mixing together the leftovers of several different bags of low-grade marijuana, I proudly named the creation "pot-pourri."
I refused to bear a child.
In another casual conversation, I glibly renounced my reproductive capacity.
What a week! They can't all be this awash with happening...
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Monday, September 13, 2004
Wrong! Hook up that stereo and shake the tweeter with College Cool, Vol. I.
That's right, kids; we've spent hours upon hours in the basement of a dorm researching what you seem to like and this compilation cd is what we've come up with.
Classic Techno CD Skip
This piece features the quintessential techno beat with a built in skip in the cd track, so you can enjoy that 3-second loop over and over again - forever!
Yelling and Drums
Continuous, angry shouting accompanied by a simple 4/4 drum beat. Great for studying!
Nothing But Bass
Can't seem to get your stereo to blare that pure bass sound? Tweak no more with this track! Your whole life will vibrate with 130+ decibels of the lowest pitches audible to the human ear.
Someone Kicking a Trashcan
10 minutes and 45 seconds of pure trashcan-kicking goodness.
...and many more!
Put it on your credit card - then put it on "repeat!"
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Team Pride Self-Branding KitTM
Wanna show off your team pride? Brand it into your flesh! Kit includes stainless-steel soleplate with team logo (heats up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit) and 3-foot cord to plug into any outlet!
Yankees Suck CrossbowTM
Are you a "Yankee Hatah?" Prove it with the Yankees Suck CrossbowTM and pick off those scum-sucking filth-mongerers and their fans two at a time. That's what we call a double play! Not recommended for children under the age of 12.
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Red Sox Car JackTM
At last the Red Sox have won the World Series! What are you going to do? Avoid back injuries flipping over cars and use the Red Sox Car JackTM first! That extra foot or so provides the ease in car-flipping that you'll need during this hysterical - and historic - moment.
Goes great with...
Boston Sox Flame-ThrowerTM
Companion piece to the Red Sox Car JackTM, this beauty will help you celebrate in the only way your rabid fanaticism will allow - setting the town on fire. Has a 15-yard shooting range to get those hard-to-reach places.
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Sunday, September 05, 2004
I think I may be in love with myself. What should I do?
The best course of action would be to explore working in the performing arts, preferably as an actor or a musician. Or, if you don't have any artistic talents, try stand-up comedy.
I just don't know what to do this election. The nuances of this process elude me entirely. Do you have any advice for me?
- Abe Olitical
You should look into voting. There may well be a facility in your area that provides small, curtained areas for you to stand in while you do it.
My boyfriend wants to have anal sex but I'm not sure I want to. What should I say to him?
- Millie Vanilla
Nothing. You should always give a man what he wants. Just get some water-based lubricant, a medium-sized dildo, and something to bend him over.
My barbie dolls are missing! Do you know where they are or who might've taken them?
- Barbie-less in Boston
Nope. Don't know. Why are you asking me, anyway? I don't have them. I hate barbies. I hate their rubbery long legs and shiny hair, shapely buttocks and thighs... delicate, feminine feet... so many outfits to put on... and take off...
This abruptly concludes this post. Stay tuned for more sage-like advice from Betty, or send your own desperately naive quandaries to email@example.com.
Friday, September 03, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Example: I died.
Truth or lie? LIE. Betty never died; to the wild disdain of many she lives to this day in a delirious haze of grandiose escape plans and bed-making.
I'm great in bed.
Truth or lie? TRUTH. Census of previous lovers indicates that, despite profound bitterness, intercourse with Betty is recalled with resentful lust.
I like unicorns.
Truth or lie? LIE. Betty hates unicorns and surrounds herself with them only to serve as a reminder that reality stands in stark contrast to fantasy.
I am an assasin.
Truth or lie? LIE. If Betty told you this one night in some sort of watering hole, you can be sure she was either trying to impress you or frighten you off. Perhaps both. She may have the occasional hit-and-run under her belt, but those were no highfalutin intentional deaths.That's not my Barbie!
Truth or lie? TRUTH. Betty does not own or play with dolls, dammit. Especially not to play pretend-lesbian-friend games in the closet.
I live in a dorm.
Truth or lie? TRUTH. Much to her post-academic chagrin, Betty lives on campus at Boston University.
I love living in that dorm.
Truth or lie? LIE. Though she may have claimed to enjoy being underneath a college freshman, the basement of a dorm is totally not what she meant. Betty longs to cast off the manacles of the institution and get high in her own home, just like it was when she was a kid.
Friday, August 27, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Re: I'm not dead.
Dear Mom and Dad,
As indicated in the subject line, I cling to life with ever-diminishing tenacity at Camp. Olfactory offenses and staff meetings are plentiful, as are general intestinal disturbances.
I learned to crochet and am making lots of hats, scarves, and other useful items here in the damp, hot forest. I was even able to crochet a sandwich at a recent meal. Needless to say regular access to bathrooms is a plus. That is, it would be if it existed.
With that, I must leave you. It is clean up hour - the one hour all week when campers must return to their bunks and be held there to clean up their child-film encrusted sleeping areas and I am finally able to crawl into a corner and rock myself into a frenzied state of giddy depression.
love and joy,
Friday, May 28, 2004
It is Earthdate 0528040328. The carbon-based units suspect nothing.
I myself suspect my domestic partner, MYQ unit, to be entirely manmade. While "his" programming is nearly immaculate, there is an obvious flaw in communication design indicated by a most omnipresent tendency to initiate "plays on words" - a incessant application of formula no human could imitate. Additionally, anatomy is clearly exaggerated, though this has not proved an entirely un-beneficial defect.
Attempts to infultrate social circles have been lacking in substantial results. Gaining acceptance among carbon-based units has proved more difficult than anticipated. According to recent experiential data, the following statements and interrogatives are not appropriate means of approaching individual units: "You are clearly the offspring of one or more superior specimen"..."This gathering of humans is displeasing, let us steal away from this establishment directly"...and "I'm wearing underpants."
Despite lagging progress, the mission remains intact, its implementation imminent. We will triumph!
Friday, April 30, 2004
I'd like to be able to realize my dreams of gluttony by eating unlimited amounts of fat-laden foods without gaining weight. Any suggestions? Oh, and I'd also like to jump off a building twenty or more stories high without dying.
Luckily for those without self-control or the will to develop it, there are means to avoid the consequences of one's actions, like living off the flesh of lesser creatures, extracting their life forces without loosening your belt. Try eating animals while they're still alive for optimal freshness.
To avoid dying when jumping from great heights, I'd suggest using the bodies of children, preferably low-income or foreign, to break your fall.
Lately I've been experiencing an overwhelming hostility toward humans and humanity itself. I feel like there are lies everywhere; in the mechanisms by which we live, our interpersonal operations, even to ourselves. It's as if the human race has convinced itself that cruelty and willfull ignorance are simply facts of life. Is there any hope for us and our world?
Nope. There isn't. That disgust you feel is a product of a level of awareness that is spawned by carelessly avoiding the ample distractions that are necessary to remove yourself from reality. Try watching some tv, reading some magazines. Take a trip to the mall, buy yourself something. You may not feel better right away, but soon the sharp pains of empathy and longing for truth and equality will fade into a dull, repressable backdrop. Good luck!
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
The Unicorn Shack is hiring! Join our innovative and friendly staff. The following positions are open.
Assistant to the Associate
Seeking a creative, cheerful individual, preferably with a marijuana supply and/or trade liaisons for daytime assistance in the following matters; operation of "this infernal espresso machine," setting up for yoga for one, toilet paper detail, pushing the "power" button on several appliances including television - both before and after use, jovial receipt of jokes told, mail ignoring, prank phone calls, cussing out passing cars, panty thievery, and any other duties that may arise. Compensation in criticism and signed autographs.
Associate to the Assistant
Seeking an ambitious individual for CD organization, pencil sharpening, box packing, box unpacking, lint categorization, dustbuster charging, cereal management and general pantry oversight, pillow fluffing, and keeping an eye out for the cops. Compensation in strong nods of approval with the possibility of spankings.
Please send a resume, an original poem, and a photocopy of your bum to Ms. Ballworth at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Want to be beautiful? Now you can! The Unicorn Shack has developed a Top Ten list that will redefine your notions of beauty and create a rift in space and time through which you can leap to aesthetic appeal!
10.) Think positive. Nobody likes a sad clown. You'll be attractive someday if you put your mind to it!
9.) When naked, be sure to pose in positions that accentuate your good points and hide your fatness. For an instant flat stomach, try lying on your back.
8.) Wear clothing that flatters your shape. Just because Beyonce can pull off that halter doesn't mean it's okay for you! Top-heavy or bottom-bountiful, there's a style to hide your fat! Simple tricks like wearing jeans that allow room for your skin to breathe can not only give the appearance of a normal weight-level, but also avoid "camel-toe" and nasty yeast infections.
7.) Buy products that claim to enhance beauty. The more expensive, the better the result will be. Late night TV is a great place to find informative programs about products you can have sent directly to your home.
6.) Read magazines that portray unrealistic standards of beauty. You can't go wrong with constant feelings of inadequacy! This will ensure you're always on the latest diet craze and frenzied last-minute exercise trend.
5.) Get rid of good-looking friends. They're only working to make you look worse. In fact, they may have you around only to make themselves look better! Surround yourself with people who are less attractive than you (ideally people who haven't read this great list!).
4.) Stop eating so much. Being underweight is half the battle for beauty! Many can work their way down to eating once a day or even three times a week. Be sure to find alternative means for energy such as diet pills or street drugs so you're not a party-pooper.
3.) Great genes make for great looks. No, we're not talking denim! Having beautiful parents can greatly increase your chances of being attractive. Take a look and see.
2.) Avoid facial expressions of any kind. Did you know that every time you move your face, wrinkles are created? Try to keep your face rigid at all times. Open your mouth as infrequently as possible. Perhaps you could learn sign language if you feel the need to communicate. Otherwise, let your youthful appearance do the talking!
1.) Plastic surgery. No matter what you do, nothing is more effective than going under the good, old-fashioned knife or injecting diseases into your flesh. All you need is courage, a good doctor, and extraordinary wealth.
Now go out there and be beautiful!
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Today's forecast: expect some weather accompanied by a possible rise or fall in temperatures.
This poll was designed to include many perspectives in public opinion. Please select the answer that best suits you from the following.
1.) The Patriot Act
a.) is one of the greatest democratic pieces of legislation to come to pass.
b.) put one or more of my family members in prison.
2.) George W. Bush is leading our country in the right direction.
b.) Mostly true
3.) I support the War on
b.) Small Children.
4.) I think _______ tax dollars should be spent on the military.
b.) a lot more
5.) The Bush administration's portrayal of Iraq's weapons of mass destruction was
a.) completely accurate.
b.) completely justified.
6.) This poll is inclusive of all viable perspectives.
b.) I am a traitor.
This Just In!
In recent polls, more than 90% of Americans polled support the Patriot Act and the War on Terror, believe that George Bush is mostly leading the country in the right direction, that his administration was correct in its actions regarding Iraq's WMD, and that more tax dollars should go to the military.
Shack Attack! Your choice for unbiased, unadulterated news.
Monday, March 08, 2004
Hooked on Ebonics
Do you have that not-so-stupid-fresh feeling? Do you continually alienate your black friends with your utter misunderstanding of their culture?
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Thursday, March 04, 2004
The Unicorn Shack advises readers on what's prêt à porter and prêt à poor-taste this spring.
Non-nons: obesity, brown leather corsets, loose-fitting clothing, flats, individuality, and garments made from human flesh.
Oui-ouis: anorexia, stilettos, skin-tight clothing, conformity, penis-shaped costume jewelry
Also in this issue: check your social IQ
Are you a bitch? Find out with our exclusive The Unicorn Shack quiz!
1.) When I disagree with someone, I...
a.) argue my point with verve and eloquence.
b.) change my opinion to suit the situation.
c.) go to the corner of the room and cry.
d.) cut out the person's tongue.
2.) When my boyfriend wants sex and I'm not in the mood, I...
a.) communicate my present disinterest with sensitivity.
b.) tell him I have a headache until he pressures me into acquiescence.
c.) go to the corner of the room and cry.
d.) cut off his penis and feed it to him in cubed bits.
3.) Your boss tells you your blouse is a little too revealing and not to wear it again. You...
a.) request a copy of dress code policy for your review.
b.) promise to never dress so slutty again, go home after work and send another pizza to her house.
c.) go to the corner of the room and cry.
d.) sucker-punch the bitch and walk out proudly.
4.) A man is flirting heavily with you at the club and it's making you uncomfortable. You...
a.) tell him you're not interested and walk away.
b.) tell him you're a lesbian widow in mourning with mono, plus your boyfriend's a cop who'll be here any minute.
c.) go to the corner of the room and cry.
d.) take him home, tie him up, and anally rape him to prove a point.
Finished? Determine your score as follows: a = 2 points, b = 1 point, c = 0 points, and d = 3 points.
Score of 0 - 2: Congratulations, you're not a bitch! You can continue your weepy, nonconfrontational existence with the assurance that you've stepped on nary a toe.
Score of 3 - 5: Your passive-aggression is borderline bitchiness. Try to be more corner-dwelling and sobby.
Score of 6 - 8: You are self-possessed and confident; a total bitch.
Score of 9 - 12: You are aggressive, violent, and quite possibly running from the law. You should really be focused on more immediate issues than online quizzes.
Thanks for playing and remember to buy stuff!
Sunday, February 29, 2004
All right, kids! Enough of you have found this site while researching dry humping that it's time we address the subject with a Q & A session. Please clear your desks, stop touching yourselves, and pay attention.
Q: Can I get pregnant from dry humping?
A: You can't get pregnant, little Johnny, because you're infertile. And a boy.
Q: What if I'm a fertile girl?
A: Then your parents have some explaining to do - to both of us.
Q: Is dry humping fun?
A: Well, sure! It's low maintenance and doesn't require the other person's permission or consciousness.
Q: How is it done?
A: Remember what Auntie Jane's dog did to your leg? Something like that, but hopefully involving someone within your own species.
Q: Can you achieve orgasm from dry humping?
A: That's rather personal.
Q: No, when I said "you" I meant the plural non-specific.
A: You'll have to try it to find out.
There you have it, kids! Now get out there and start humpin'!
Thursday, February 26, 2004
This Spring Break, come party like a frantic, rabid animal in heat at Hotel The Shack! Our facilities are fully equipped to handle your destructive, sex-crazed tendencies. In fact, we're encouraging them!
Room features include:
- A year's supply of caffeine tablets - that's 3,000 for just one week! Don't miss a minute of Break!
- Two gallons of grain alcohol. "Everclear: Get to the point!"
- 24-hour broadcast of MTV's coverage - so you're never alone!
- 12 bottles of Astroglide and a week's supply of Viagra. You're always young and virile with a slippery erection!
So remember, kids: Party at The Shack and you'll never go back!
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
The Doctor is in!
Dear Dr. Ballsworth,
I am unable to move any part of my body, which has turned a bluish-white color. I also seem to be attracting flies. Can you help me?
No one can help you because you're dead. Look into getting buried.
Dear Dr. Ballsworth,
The left cheek of my derrier is itchy. Symptom has been present for approximately 4.5 seconds. What should I do?
Have you tried scratching it? This effective treatment has been utilized for centuries by millions in nearly every culture in existence - and some imaginary cultures as well.
Dear Dr. Ballsworth,
I've been experiencing severe, chronic rage accompanied by projectile blood-vomiting and the uncontrollable urge to bite people. What's going on with me?
Dude, have you ever seen 28 Days Later? Your symptoms sound just like that movie! Freaky. You should probably find someone to kill you in the most gory way available.
Got symptoms? Get a doctor's advice without the price! Send an email to Dr. Ballsworth: email@example.com.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
In a brave adherence to principle, President Bush made the courageous decision to pander to the religious fundamentalist, rather than the vile deviant, contingent of the voting populace.
Thanks to our President for lending a hand in protecting the sacred institution of marriage from the corrupting influence of gay love!
Monday, February 23, 2004
Please welcome Akhilesh Kumar, Oorjit Singh, and Sumati Patel to our staff!
In order to remain competitive in the amorphous economy of today, The Unicorn Shack is outsourcing. We realize this change may affect many of our readers. As a champion of innovation, we aspire to continue providing our readers with accurate, affordable posts. We're sure you'll come to see this as we do; sensible corporate strategy. Because that's what we're all about.
Addendum: Some positions have been eliminated. Please see cafeteria bulletin board to check your employment status.
Friday, February 20, 2004
The Shack gives head...lines some serious thought.
Haitians be Hatin'
As the U.S. steps in to mediate the violent crisis in Haiti, they advise Americans to leave the country immediate to avoid getting "mediated" along with those rebel fuckers.
U.S. Urges North Korea to End Nuclear Work
The United States will gently nudge North Korea to "get dismantlin'."
"I think North Korea's unwillingness to discuss the uranium enrichment program could totally subvert President Bush's life-long dream for world peace," said official John R. Bolton. He continued, "If they didn't struggle, we wouldn't have to risk a nuclear holocaust."
Monday, February 16, 2004
Real correspondences from actual readers.*
I heard that you recently proposed to your boyfriend and he accepted. Congratulations! Did you choose the timing because it's okay for a woman to propose on a leap year?
As you can probably glean from my previous entries, I regulate my behavior according to that which is socially permissible. While I wanted to wait - as women ordinarily should - for my boyfriend to determine my property value and decide to take a wife, I discovered this pre-matrimonial loophole that enabled me, as a genetically inferior and male-dependent female, the possibility to realize my lifelong dream to have a wedding! Oh, and be married, too.
I realize that on the surface this appears the very vanguard of feminism, but I assure you no revolutionary am I. Just another woman who needed to snag a man!
*Some letters, their content, and authors may be completely fabricated.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
The Unicorn Shack answers questions plaguing our readers on a wide array of important issues.
Q: Who is Tat and why does he or she always get a tit?
TUS: A better question to ask might be "Where is this surplus of tits that may be so frivolously depleted by handouts to name-determined recipients?"
Q: What is The Unicorn Shack's stance on the Superbowl incident involving Janet Jackson and partial nudity?
TUS: The Unicorn Shack is staunchly anti-conservative and pro-breast.
Q: What is a bistro?
TUS: Go ask the french, frog-lover. Freedom fries!
Got a question? We've got more questions! Get published on a marginally recognized and scarcely read blog: submit your queries to us at firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll further puzzle you with our claptrap response!
Monday, February 09, 2004
The Unicorn Shack has done it again! Exploiting our new position at the cryogenics lab after hours, we've developed a new product that's sure to have every kid on the block envious - and clamping their materialistic jaws down on mom and dad's wallet.
Are you tired of having to make up psuedonyms for your mischief-making? Personal accountability getting you down?
Take the blame no more with Evil Twin!
That's right, we've stolen surrepticiously developed state-of-the-art cloning equipment and are putting it to work for the people. Send us your information and $99.99 and we'll send you our blood-drawing kit complete with step-by-step instructions. Soon you'll have an exact replica of yourself to send on errands, assassinate pesky government officials (make sure you're seen by many in a public place while your twin is commiting the crime), or play out your most twisted, self-obsessed fantasies.
Let your DNA do your dirty work with Evil Twin!
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
The Happy Monkey Temporary Employment Agency wants you!
Complete this questionnaire to determine your eligibility for job placement with us.
1.) Which of the following best describes you?
a.) Free-thinking revolutionary
b.) Unquestioningly acquiescent and adaptive
c.) At the service of my superiors
d.) Angry and destructive
Obviously, A disqualifies you immediately; we don't need that hippie crap.
B is incorrect; anyone who understands the words "acquiescent" and "adaptive" is far too intelligent to be a Happy Monkey, and would probably end up organizing a union.
And D is another no-brainer; no one likes an angry Monkey. No one.
2.) Authority figures make me feel...
d.) in my place.
If you chose A, you're not for us; we can't have our Monkeys eating when they should be working.
B clearly puts you in the high-risk sexual deviant zone. While we want you to be subordinate, that's not quite what we mean.
Those who choose C are too relaxed to be controlled.
3.) If I disagree with my superiors, I...
a.) hold my tongue. It is not my place to speak my mind.
b.) raise a discussion on the issue at a group meeting.
c.) send an anonynous and threatening letter to my boss.
d.) none of the above
You should not have opinions of your own! Our Monkeys are obedient drones unable to question their birthright.
Not satisfied with the results of this test? Need a job that bad? In these dark times, The Unicorn Shack is here for you! We're offering a 3-week course in complacency that's sure to deaden your sense of self and shape you into a desirable employee for only $299.99! Scholarships are available to those showing accelerated levels of conformity and acceptance of television-imparted realities. Please contact the administratrix for more information.
And remember, a Happy Monkey is an employed Monkey!
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup raisins or dried cranberries
2 cups milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups finely ground castor bean plant seeds (ricin)
Heat oven to 325 degrees F. Beat eggs in ungreased 1-1/2 quart casserole. Stir in sugar, raisins, milk, vanilla, salt and ricin. Sprinkle with nutmeg. Bake uncovered 50 to 60 minutes, stirring occasionally. Test doneness with knife; if clean remove from oven. Send to your favorite US Senator.
Monday, February 02, 2004
The latest google search for unicorn penetration leads a British national hither!
Though we have not yet broached the bestiality barrier, we're confident that you, the internet surfer, will find satisfaction here at the Shack with the following excerpt from our newest pornographic publication: UniPorn!
"Yeah. You like that, unicorn? Huh? Take that. And that. Oh yeah. Shut your mythical mouth. That's it. Just like that."
The Superbowl is the most biggest game in the sport of American football. There are many teams who want to be in it, but only two get to play with each other or against. There is a brown ball shaped like a lemon with white stitches. I heard somebody call it a "pigskin" but it doesn't look like a pig's pink flesh. Maybe a dead pig. This is thrown from a guy to a guy and sometimes a guy or a bunch of guys jump on a guy and a whistle blows. The point or goal of the game is to get the ball to the other side and to knock over as many guys as you can.
Anyway, everybody goes to public places with TV sets to yell about the game. They pick a team to yell for and yell against the other. If their team loses, they get really drunk and scream a lot. If their team wins, they get really drunk and scream a lot.
The Superbowl is important to me because it affects a lot of people, especially people riding the subway that gets stopped or turned over or set on fire. It is also important to beer companies and the government.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
The networks tickle our taste for absurdly elaborate and unlikely circumstances again with Who Wants to Be a US Citizen?, the new reality TV show based on President Bush's proposed immigration legislation. See what happens when Carlos, Juan, Jorge, Diego, Mariposa, Consuela, and Julio are taken off the raft and into a two-bedroom tenement where they'll compete for a visa to work in the United States - and start getting real on camera! Who'll get deported? Who'll hook up? Find out at 8:30 Sunday nights on Fox!
Who says no news is good news? The Unicorn Shack occasionally exploits the very serious world of current events to make some bad puns loosely based on unconfirmed rumors and generate some search-engine results.
One flu over the cuckoo's nest
- or -
Oops, we thought birds were cannibals
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Is your boyfriend an unwitting target for closeted homosexuals' come-ons? Tired of watching them flirt with him under the guise of interest in comic books and Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
Put an end to it all with Homo No Mo' cologne! The scent of freesia and vaginal secretions combined with his pheromones will drive even the strongest self-denying gay man to face the actuality of his repressed sexuality elsewhere.
Homo No Mo' ...when it's time to set things straight!
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Though 2004 has only just begun, The Unicorn Shack has its nominations in! The following albums are poised for recognition in 2005.
The Skinny Bitches - I'm Fuckin' Hungry!
Voyeurs' Antisemite Delight - The Chosen Peephole
Breaster Roundsby - Tune In, Tokyo
Cracker Jack - Iridescent Flesh
Jesus Chic - The Lord is My Savoir-Faire
The Condoms - Full O' Cum
John Mayer - Songs for Your Girlfriend