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Steve Irwin, Brad Pitt, George Bush Get First Ass Hat Awards
Sep 4, 2007, 07:29
WEST CHESTER, Penna. - Steve Irwin, famously known as the crocodile hunter; Brad Pitt, better known as Angelina Jolie's bitch; and George W. Bush, often known as "numbnuts," are the winners of the first Postcards from the Pug Bus Ass Hat awards. Ordinarily there will be only one ass hat award per customer, but this time we were spoilt for choice.
We begin with Mr. Irwin, on the day, coincidentally, when we celebrate the first anniversary of his death. With his irritating, unhinged mannerisms, his goofy yob face, and his zeal for knocking on animals' doors without being invited, Mr. Irwin always got on our very last nerve. We were amused no end to learn, therefore, that he discovered a turtle that can breathe out its ass underwater.
How fitting that said turtle, Elseya irwini, was named after a guy who talked out his ass everywhere. From Steve's ass to god's ear now, eh, fellow Christians?
Next we come to Brad Pitt, who earned his ass hat award by going all soft at the Venice Film Festival while talking about the joys of playing nanny to Angelina Jolie's kids.
"Being a father is the most fun I have ever had," said Mr. Pitt.
Excuse us for asking, but how can changing some foundling's diaper compare to ripping the Victoria's Secrets off Jennifer Aniston and wearing them like a hockey mask while you chase her around your Malibu mansion? Has this man's brain turned to mush from inhaling dangerously high levels of baby methane?
Last and certainly least, or not, depending on one's perspective, is George W. Bush, the president who wears many hats—all of them cleft down the middle. Yesterday he wore his Iraq-is-safe-for-democracy hat while paying a stealth visit to Anbar province and skulking around for a few heavily guarded hours.
Last week he visited the scene of another one of his administration's cock-ups, New Orleans, and said, while barely moving his cheeks, "This city is better than it was yesterday but not as good as it's going to be tomorrow."
Pity the same can't be said about Mr. Bush. However, like our other ass hat award winners, he is entitled to use the Chocolate A as a middle initial.
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Former Penn State football coach Joe Paterno did not die of a broken heart, as many of his delusional followers are claiming. He died of a guilty conscience. Anybody who says otherwise is a toadying douchebag.
You suffer from automonosis—the tendency to become bored with your own company. If you need to get away from yourself, here's a tip: you don't have to die in order to be reincarnated. People who don't like themselves often find happiness when they become somebody else. Companies that advertise in the backs of magazines are ready to assist in this transformation. If there are compelling personal reasons for not changing your identity, perhaps a trip to a spa for a simple makeover will do the trick.
Meaner than a powdery, old-hag English teacher, The Grammar Prick will split your head if you split an infinitive.
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