![]() As both a concerned American and a highly-influential member of the media, I have decided to join the ranks of the unemployed as part of a research study commissioned by the company that charges me for pay-per-view adult movies. It wasn't hard to get fired from my day-job. I outed my boss, sabotaged the organization's network by recommending a system-wide Windows upgrade, and changed everyone's e-mail name to HotTeen@Butt-Love.com. So, with a shoebox full of the personal
items I kept on my desk, I made my way over to the headquarters of the
Department of Labor to file for unemployment benefits and continue my mission
to swipe an item from the office of each member of George Wonka Bush's
cabinet.
![]() Almost immediately after the information from my unemployment forms was entered into the Federal Employment Benefits System, I was approached by a pair of uniformed security guards and hustled into an unmarked government sedan. Much to my surprise, seated in the car was the new Secretary of Homeland Security, Tom Ridge. I am under oath not to reveal the nature of our discussion, but let's just say that the editors of the Taliban Lampoonistan have a big surprise coming. I may have come up empty-handed in my mission to burgle the offices of the Secretary of Labor, but I got a big, fat, government contract to cheer up some refugees. Also, I wasn't unemployed long enough to
build up a healthy pornography addiction, but for those of you pink-slipped
obsessed with pink-slits, I offer this bit from the December, 1980 issue
of National Lampoon (cover below).
Jay
Naughton
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