American Scientists Create World’s 3rd-Most Humpable Meerkat

September 13th, 2006 by theo

Damn, that is one fine meerkat... Finally bringing American meerkat-eroticism on par with the great European teams, scientists unveiled the world’s third-most humpable meerkat at a well-attended press conference in the Sensual Biology Amphitheater at Caltech in Pasadena, CA.

Meerkats, long known in the animal kingdom for their remarkable lack of ability to exite sexual urges in humans, have recently been the subject of a great deal of gene-splicing and DNA recombination experiments directed at making the mammals more sexually interesting to humans. Up until this announcement, Scandinavian and English scientists have dominated the field, with Japanese teams making exciting breakthroughs. This is the first serious American entry into the field, which makes the incredibly strong showing all the more remarkable.

The Global Erotic Meerkat Ratings Board, the established multinational standard of determing sexy meerkat ratings, had previously listed the top three most humpable meerkats as ones produced by the Swedish National Meerkat Research Council, a privately-held British research society called MeerexUK, and the meerkat produced by Sony’s biosexuality division in Hokkaido, Japan. The newly-announced American entry has ratings that place it third, effectively knocking the Japanese entry to fourth place.

“We couldn’t be happier or more excited, both emotionally and sexually,” says Dr. Malcom Towbridge, lead scientist of the Caltech project. “Making a meerkat sexually interesting at all is a grand achievement; I mean, we’re not talking about panthers or dolphins here.”

“What’s really amazing, is just how powerful this meerkat’s eroticism is,” Towbridge continued, his pants now visibly tenting under the strain of his erection, which increased in size and urgency the more he discussed his group’s achievement. “I mean, just look at this meerkat…”

Dr.Towbridge trailed off his speech and removed the meerkat from its locked and padded crate. The meerkat, its fur worn away in several large patches on its back, shoulders, and rump, writhed and whimpered in an exhausted, but strangely alluring manner.

“The actual traits of sexual magnetism, or ‘humpability’, are really quite tricky to define,” continued Towbridge, stroking the meerkat while adjusting his pants, “It’s really got very little to do with what we conventionally consider “beauty.” This is not the same reaction we undergo when we say, look at a pretty human woman; this is something far more basic, more ingrained and sensual.”

Dr. Towbridge then paused and ran his tongue up the length of the meerkat’s spine.

“Of course, achieving this incredible goal makes me appreciate the work of my collegues. The British meerkat, especially. I was permitted to examine it in detail at the Global Conference (of Meerkat Sensuality) in Oslo last year. The animal possesses an incredibly sensuality of form, a remarkable, humid sexuality in its slim, silken body, permeating it’s every musky…musky, damp…”

Dr. Towbridge at this point suddenly broke off speaking and began to violently dry-hump the award-winning meerkat, vigorously thrusting onto it as he held it against the podium at the amphitheater. Dr.Towbridge could not be roused for comment after this action, and the exhausted meerkat was injected with Gatorade and returned to its crate by two female lab assistants.

“We have nothing but respect for the American achievement, but, to be quite frank, they still have a long way to go before they get a meerkat as humpable as ours,” says Dr.Als Jaringe, Lead Scientist of the Swedish team.

“I mean, look at this. Sweet lord, this meerkat is hot,” Jaringe continued, stripping down to his underwear and pinning their world-beating meerkat under his body on a mat placed on the floor of his office, as his buttocks began to clench and unclench rhythmycally. “I mean, fuck.”

End Planetary Discrimination Now!

August 24th, 2006 by theo

Pluto is too a planet, assholes!

Hello I’m Charon. You might know me as Pluto’s “moon.” I’ve remained silent in the planet/not-a-planet controversy regarding Pluto, but I can remain silent no longer. The International Astronomical Union has decided to demote my life partner Pluto and take away his status as a planet. This blatant, divisive, and cruel discrimination can not stand.

Pluto and I are no strangers to controversy. Our very discovery was controversial. Percival Lowell’s outer-solar system witch hunt first outed us in 1930 due to the public’s panic about a supposed gravitational “influence” over Neptune. Well, now the truth is out there- our supposed “influence” on Neptune is minimal, people: minimal. Neptune is his own planet, and he lives his own life. As for us, we could live with the strange looks and being snubbed by space probes. But this time the astronomy establishment has crafted an arbitrary definition of “planet” simply to exclude Pluto. This is discrimination at its worst.

Am I not a planet? Do I not orbit the Sun? Am I not rounded by the gravity of my own mass? What more could you want? Yes, our orbit has been described as “eccentric”– but I’m here to tell you that this is an astronomy codeword for “inferior.” You can dress it up in all the euphemisms you want, astronomy, but it is still the language of hate. It’s time we stood up and proudly proclaimed that our orbit isn’t eccentric- it’s QUEER!

Obviously, panicked, conservative astronomers no longer want Pluto and I in the list of planets where children would have to be taught about us and our lifestyle. By demoting us, they think they can sweep us under the rug, out of sight, and pretend that moons orbiting planets and planets orbiting suns in neat little ellipses in the same plane is the somehow the “natural” order of things, despite the reality of the universe.

What they find even worse is that I don’t orbit Pluto. And Pluto doesn’t orbit me. We orbit EACH OTHER. We are not a planet and moon, but a double planet! Our relationship is an EQUAL partnership, and it is this fact that so frightens the establishment. Our existence challenges the so-called “traditional values” of the planet-moon relationship where the moon is always in the inferior position, and “knows their place.”

It’s sad that the astronomy establishment sees our equality as a threat that must be suppressed. A threat so great they feel they must revoke our status as planet. The IAU will no longer legally recognize our partnership, and will deny such recognition to all future double planets, or even, “God forbid” triple planets. But we’re here, we’re queer, we’re Kuiper! And we’re not going anywhere- in fact, our numbers are growing. Sedna, Quaoar, Varuna, – sure our names may not be from classic Roman mythology, we may not have the topography and atmospheres the “establishment” says is proper, but we all orbit the same sun as you.

The IAU has chosen to discriminate against Pluto by assigning it a status separate from the “classical” planets, and calling it something other than “planet.” Separate is not equal. Especially when the separate status thrust upon us is “dwarf.” Dwarf? We’re not dwarfs- YOU, you the astronomers, are the dwarfs- dwarfed in spirit, dwarfed in mind, dwarfed in imagination. Your hide-bound, outdated, antiquated prejudices have left you unable to see that all planetary bodies are created equal. Your plutophobia sickens and disgusts me.

There’s no need for it to be like this. Dark matter is 90% of the universe; regular matter, the type of matter that makes up planetary stalwarts like Jupiter, Earth, and Mars–is the very same stuff that makes up Pluto, myself, and a whole host of bodies you’ve probably never even taken the time to be aware of. We’re all part of the same, precious 10%. And it’s high time we all saw that.

We all orbit one, solitary star. Let’s try to remember that.

What’s Wrong With This Picture?

August 21st, 2006 by theo

two turntables and a what?!

When you think you know the answer, post a comment!

World’s Worst Onesies

August 8th, 2006 by theo

What kind of monster would put these onesies on their baby? How much would a monster like that be willing to pay for something like this? What if we included free shipping?

18.JPGshake.JPGangel.JPGgod.JPGbullets.JPGdumb.JPGdodger.JPGhurt.JPGbag.JPGhit.JPGgay.JPG911.JPGdick.JPG

Right & Wrong

August 6th, 2006 by theo

I don’t know who’s responsible, but I want to give everyone out there doing the Lord’s work of vandalizing billboards and other advertisements a little reminder. There is a right way and a wrong way to do your job. Let’s be a little more careful out there. Focus!

Van Gogh-Goghs graffitti pointers

Get Your Copy Today!

August 3rd, 2006 by theo

So last week, we got this email:

From: “Tracy Geller”
Date: July 26, 2006 3:28:55 PM PDT
To: Subject: I want to sell your comedy cds through our stores

I’ve spent a lot of time at your Van Gogh Goghs website and I think your comedy cds are perfect for our stores. I especially like your cd “Keepin’ It Real”. We work hand in hand with the largest stores in the country, plus thousands of small to medium sized specialty businesses stretched across the U.S.. If you want the opportunity to sell your products through major retailers like Target, Barnes & Noble, Virgin Records, Borders, QVC, HSN, etc … plus the other 16826 bookstores, 51005 gift stores, 10337 music stores, and over 24000 mail-order catalogs … check us out at http://www.VendorPro.com

Sincerely,
Tracy Geller
VendorPro.com

Okay. Seems like a usual mass-mailing kind of thing, but what seems odd about this one is that they referenced (and misspelled) a fake comedy album we had buried on the site, called “Keepin’ it Reel.” So you know what this album is that this company is eager to distribute, here’s the description:

Keepin’ It Reel

Label: No Cows Records
Catalog No. TMC-001
Produced by Jeremy Rankin
Recorded: Christmas 1993

T. Michael Childs had one great idea: a Christmas comedy album. This is that album. He also had three terrible ideas. First, the title, Keepin’ It Reel, did not convey the Christmas theme properly. Second, the album was released on Christmas Day, a day when no one wants to buy Christmas albums. Three, the material on the album deals neither with Christmas nor comedy, but rather is a psychotic rant about pancake batter. The only thing even remotely close to Christmas comedy is the track “Christmas Slug Bathhouses.” This track starts with Childs screaming, “Christmas slug bathhouses!”, then continued with his pancake batter diatribe. Sadly, T. Mike failed to keep it reel, or real. This album is no longer in print.

Sounds great to me! I think we’re going to do it! We can make the actual album in about two hours, and from there on, it’s pure profit.

Thanks, Tracy! Great A & R work! This one’s gonna be big!

More fake albums you may want to distribute can be found here.

Calling All Jews! Mr.Gibson Needs Our Help!

August 1st, 2006 by theo

So by now all of America and her collective cat have probably had a chuckle at Mel Gibson’s booze-fueled tirade about us Jews, and how we love warmongering and whatnot– and now he’s sobered up, and, like all drunks, is feeling a mite fragile. And he wants our help.

Granted, he seemed to be asking this of Jewish leaders, but in a crazy religion like ours without a clear hirearchy (we ain’t got no pope) I figure we all need to pitch in.

So, get ready to work some double shifts, Jews! I’ll be pointjew for the west coast; any volunteers for the east?

Grab your handpuppets, snacks, and massage rollers! We’ve got a job to do!

What kind of shit are YOU full of? The Fecal Zodiac lets you know!

July 27th, 2006 by theo

The ancient art of fecomancy can help you determine your personality type and how to live your life. Your fate is not ruled by the stars! The stars above are too far away and dim to exert any influence on you; common sense tells us that. No, your fate is ruled by something much closer, maybe even in your colon right now!

Use this handy chart to determine YOUR fecotype now! (click to download a nice, printable PDF)

Van Gogh-Goghs' Fecal Zodiac

I’m more qualified to be an astronaut than I realized.

July 13th, 2006 by theo

So there’s been lots of miserable headlines in the news, but then I saw this one that made me realize that there’s lots of wonderful things going on as well.

Van Gogh-Goghs lose spatula

This also clenches my decision to be an astronaut. I lost a spatula on at least two occasions this weekend, and I’m sure I can keep up with the best of them, spatula-misplacement wise. Zero-G’s just another challenge to my spatula-losing skills!

A Dream I Had About Carl Reiner

July 12th, 2006 by theo

Van Gogh-Goghs present- T. Mike's dreams
With Commentary

by T. Mike

The Dream:
I’m in a car with comedian/actor/writer/director Carl Reiner. It’s a young version of him, so young he actually has hair! The car is black and of older, if indeterminate vintage, late 1950s to early 1960s. Carl is drving, I’m in the front passenger seat. He’s started the car and we’re about to pull away from the curb, when I realize my cat is sitting on the hood close to the windshield, by the passenger seat. I quickly reach out the open window to grab her. Some combination of my inadequate grabbing, and the cat struggling cause me to lose my grip and the cat starts to fall to the ground. I manage to grab her tail. Now here’s where some weird dream effects kick in, and several things happen at once. I’m horrified of course, and quickly haul in the cat by her tail to the safety of the car. But for a horrifing second, the cat is on her back on the asphalt being dragged along almost behind the car. But, of course, cat tails just aren’t that long. Nor do cats survive that. The whole time I’m doing this I’m chanting “Stop the car! Stop the car! Stopthecar! Stoptthecar!” But not only does Reiner NOT stop the car, I swear, for the instant the cat is on the ground, the damn car SPEEDS UP!

So the cat is safely in my arms where I am hugging it tight to make sure it doesn’t freak out and get away from me and in any more trouble. Eventually Reiner pulls over and I’m like “Dude, did you NOT hear me saying ‘Stop the car’!? Or did you just not pay attention? When somebody starts saying stop the car OVER AND OVER again, you STOP THE CAR!” He doesn’t even have the decency to act sheepish. And then after I say something like “Dude, you OWE me! Big time!” Reiner starts talking about how when I tell this story about him and the cat, I should start it with this time he paid for a $21.95 dinner with 22 dollars, leaving a nickel tip. So not only does he not care about almost killing my cat, he’s trying to help me punch up the story of him almost killing my cat!

I would be more outraged, but then the dream turned into something about how I had decided to feed my old car to a couple of newer cars. But the newer cars just sort of nibbled on it, and then drove off playing with a giant ball, driving into it to “kick” it, and then chasing after it. And the cars were really bad at it ’cause they were cars.

Analysis:
I think this dream is about the incompatibility of compassion and comedy. I’ve always felt that it’s comedy’s job to be nasty and vicious, but in a smart and sharp way, like a knife, and not gratiuitous and disgusting way, like a handful of poo. Well, people get hurt either way, and um… that’s a bad thing. Not as bad as deliberately speeding up the car while trying to haul in a cat by the tail, mind you.

Reiner is telling me that tragedy can be mined for comedy, that everything is grist for the mill. But for God’s sake, punch it up a little! Make it interesting! But so complete is his heartlessness, he deliberately speeds up the car either as some kind of joke on me, or in an Andy Kaufman-esque move, speeds up the car so that my story of the event I will tell later will be better. Weirdo!

But as for me, I chose the cat. I guess I haven’t got the large cohones nor the icy heart needed to rip into everything and everyone.

The thing about the cars eating each other and “kicking” the ball around, I have NO freaking idea what that means. I haven’t even seen that Cars movie yet.

Conclusions:

1. Carl Reiner was handsome before he went bald.
2. Cats are more important than jokes.
3. If someone keeps saying “stop the car,” then STOP THE DAMN CAR ALREADY!

I thank you for your time.

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