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People are still coming to this long vacated site! We're like The Zombie Mall of the interweb. Feel free to look around, but do be careful, because like any abandoned property, you're likely to find plenty of dust and some vagrant sleeping in a bathroom. Once upon a time it seemed like a really good idea to put together an online magazine filled with arcane in-jokes and foul language. At the same time, blogs started getting really popular, and we had no money for advertising. Then everyone stopped writing and yeah... Still, from a purely selfish standpoint, I think there's some really amusing stuff to read here, if you can suss out the site navigation (hint: back issue links don't exactly work, particularly for October of 2005. try random links and you might find it as an easter egg). Read on, dear visitor. |
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| Editor's Note for April, 2005 | ||
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March was a pretty rough month for YAD, and thusly, we did nothing about it. Sucks to our ass mar. But in honor of the cruellest month, we're dishing out the dirt to each and every one of you. Personally, I'm embarassed to be caught with my pants down last month, but I swear Gaz was asking for it. We talked about the death of Hunter S. Thompson, but wrote nothing. We didn't take pot shots at Jacko, Scott Peterson, or Terri Schiavo. Ever the mavens of bad taste, we did chuckle when Robert Blake was acquitted. I hear he's going to team up with OJ Simpson for a remake of... fuck. I forgot the joke. Sat on it too long. See, we got rusty. I got lazy and didn't make sure the staff could access the site remotely, but from here on out I can at least tell you I'll be trying harder. And if trying harder means that the magazine sucks harder, well, at least we know who's sucking. Godspeed, you pie fuckers! |
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Hi everybody. As you may have noticed, we're still experiencing some trouble with the interface and access to issues. For the moment, the link to the October Issue only links to the cover story. While we work on this, if you'd like to read the Rocktober issue, scroll down to the bottom of the page and click on the "Update Blog" section. Here you'll find direct links to each of October's individual sections. I apologize for the inconvenience, but hopefully this will help while we continue to make improvements to You're All Doomed and minorannoyance.org. |
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| Quick News | ||
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Death Toll Mounts as Diddy Makes Good on His Word Early Wednesday morning, Bad Boy Entertainment announced the dispatchment of several thousand "enforcers" to ensure that Mogul P. Diddy's "Vote or Die" Motto was not a hollow one. Reports indicate that his enforcers knocked door to door, asking each occupant whether they voted. If the reply was no, then the occupant was promptly executed, gangland-style, by one of the varying weapons carried by the Bad Boy staff. While estimates are still rough, we can safely assume the casualty rate rising into the millions by the end of the week. When asked for comment, a spokesperson for Sean "P. Diddy" Combs explained "[Mr. Combs] expected the American public to take him seriously, that this was not a stunt or publicity bid. When he promised to run the mile, he did. If [Mr.Combs] says to Vote or Die, then non-voters shouldn't expect anything less out of him." The devil take the hindmost By Adam “The Hammer” Davis A fighter pilot was shot down in my backyard last week. He asked me if I could hide him for a few days and I said yes but not to tell anyone ‘cause my mom would be real sore if she found out. So he’s been in my tree house for like 6 days now. I kinda want him to leave because now he makes me sneak a lot of my food out to him, and he keeps calling my mom “do-able” It’s weird. I’m starting to think he’s not a fighter pilot because he refuses to show me the crash site. Oh well. I guess I’d better do what he says. He ends most of his sentences with “OR ELSE, NANCY!” Silly Days come and go…. by Greasy In a shocking display of violence, the Bi-lo on MLK in Greensboro was robbed by a gang of pre-teens on razor scooters. I think they were from Liberty. But still, that ‘s a hell of a long way to ride a razor scooter. Take one, Free of Charge by Lazybashful Doc Venganace wanted: A Twenty something female Caucasian with skin as fair as milk and lips as red as rubies was knocked apparently into a coma while housemates were at work. We don’t want justice, we want vengeance. Please, only the unattractive need apply. Oh, and you can’t be too tall either. Shot in the Foot By Nut and Clever Oops, I really shot myself in the foot on that one. Well, technically stabbed myself in the stomach… but you know…. |
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