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Hot Rod's Guide To The Future




By Hot Rod 


Much is unknown in the world - how tall is the Eiffel Tower; how many wives did Jesus have; how the fuck do magnets work? But no mystery is more unknowable than The Future. Today you could be sitting on your couch playing TNA Impact on Xbox as Samoa Joe doing a muscle buster on Kurt Angle, and the next day your mom could find your stash of cat and squirrel bones under your bed and it would all be over. You just never know - The Future - until it happens. Even so, with these simple tips you can face the uncertainty with the confidence of Hulk Hogan and the handsomeness of Hector Guerrero.


Tip 1.
Batteries. In The Future most things will be made out of batteries, so stock up now. The more batteries you have, the less likely you will be eaten by zombies or by your mom’s friends that are dicks. You can pelt attackers with batteries or electrocute them by sticking the little nubs in each of your enemy’s ears. Make sure you are wearing rubber gloves when you do it, and also I think you have to be standing in a pool of water. I’ll write my dad in prison and ask him to make sure.

Your batteries are dead you say? Well, don’t throw ‘em out because in The Future, Robot-Jesus will bring batteries back to life for people that are awesome.


Tip 2. Be awesome. In The Future only awesome people will be allowed to do the best things - smoke cigarettes; pet cats and crippled squirrels and keep their bones when they die; vote. You’ll have to pass a test at the government Office of Awesomeness. I know you can’t read, but don’t worry - it’s multiple choice. Just make a kick-ass pattern out of the answer ovals and the cooler the picture you make, the better score you get on the test. I’m going to make an eagle being crucified on a cross made out of flying-V guitars. It’ll be hard to tell what it is though with just the answer bubbles so I’ll get a D. I‘m kind of nervous now, I hope they still let me prank call McDonalds to order a ‘McFuckYou‘…


Tip 3. Butter. You will need to get strong to protect your family and squirrels from predators so you need to bulk up. The best way to do that is with nature’s super food, “butter”. Just take a spoon and dig into that tub like it was a giant bowl of crushed up freezie-pops. It will taste gross at first, and then you will throw up, and then it will not taste any better. But an hour after you eat it your muscles will grow bigger than Rob Van Dam’s. How do you think he got so big in the first place? My dad told me it was steroids, which is just a fancy term for injecting butter into your veins with a needle.

You shouldn’t have to go that far though, needles are hard to find since you’d have to take the bus all the way over by the methadone clinic and then climb back into the dumpster behind the Sav-A-Lot next door. Remember how bad you scraped your knee the last time? Don’t bother - you can just eat it, snort it or smear it all over your body to the same effect.


Tip 4. Beanie Babies. In The Future Beanie Babies will become the universal currency. Money will no longer have value since there will be a world-wide food shortage where we are forced to eat it and it doesn’t taste very good. Beanie Babies on the other hand are surprisingly delicious, especially the pig one, the turtle one, and the knock-off chicken one you made out of chicken nuggets. People will have special belts made to carry them around that will have hooks to attach each Beanie Baby to. The richest men in the world will look like giant packs of tiny rabid animals when they walk. Feral dogs will attack and eat them. It will not be a very efficient system. But it will be all we are left with after the bloody war between Total Nonstop Action Wresting and World Wrestling Entertainment that kills 99% of the world’s population of humans and cripples 99% of the world’s squirrels. So stock up on Beanie Babies to combat the upcoming food shortage and practice getting bitten by dogs so it will hurt less when you get eaten, or it will hurt the same but you will be used to it so it wont be as big a deal.


So those are the Four Bs of the B’apocalypse - Batteries, Being Awesome, Butter, and Beanie Babies. I know you will have a hard time remembering them so you can give yourself a homemade tattoo by cutting the letters into your skin with a steak knife and then coloring them in with permanent markers. I know you can’t spell so just draw pictures. You can make a picture of Taz to represent ’Being Awesome’. Good luck, and may you bleed quickly when the feral dogs come.

Heaven At The Mall


By Bub

During the recent heat wave, infrequent OYIT contributor James, OYIT spiritual-head Andy, and I decided to spend a free afternoon together pretending we didn't have air-conditioning, at the local shopping mall.

Being in our mid-to-late 20s, it had been many years since we'd spent a significant amount of time with friends at a shopping mall. Returning to the shopping mall of our youths we discovered that what at the time seemed exciting, was in fact cripplingly depressing (which I suppose is a fair description of most of life in general--being clinically depressed doesn't help of course). There were grown men working in stores that sold nothing but baseball caps; Christian themed chicken shops incessantly mocking the illiteracy of cows; and entire walls of novelty stores covered with t-shirts that have pictures of celebrities extending their middle fingers at you on them.

It quickly became too much and we wound up lounging with the other elderly on padded furniture in the lobby of Von Maur listening to the retiree volunteer play a piano version of 'Yesterday' on the baby grand over and over again. Between immediately being flagged as potential sexual predators when we first walked into the mall, and our time languishing tranquilly, waiting to die between the escalators to the hereafter/hosiery department, we did stumble upon something quite remarkable.

To call it a store would be an insult to the concept of commerce - in which people exchange things they have for things they desire or need or could possibly use - and would diminish its possible place in the canon of surrealist art masterworks. It really deserves its own realm of existence, and its name bestows one upon it: Dollar Heaven.

At first appearance it seems like any other unremarkable dollar store where you are to able purchase cheap facsimiles of goods you would find in any multiple-dollar store. But slowly and seamlessly, as through osmosis, the perverse and absurd reveal themselves to you in every aisle. Take this item for instance:


This was our first clue that something was 'afoot'. This Shuyaqing brand product is an apron, but you would be hard pressed to glean that information from the printed label that reads only "close relations between family members". The slogan, "workmandup series perfection" is equally unhelpful. This product seemed designed more to force you to question your own grasp on reality than to protect your blouse while cooking.

The next perplexing item was a button assortment hung on the wall that was labeled 'Fun Buttons':


But the 'fun buttons' all had very severe, Gothic depictions of Christian religious figures and events, including Jesus' head being mutilated by the crown of thorns. These were reprints of paintings made during a time when the closest Christianity got to fun was drawing and quartering infidels. As if to drive the point home the pin located directly below the words "Fun Buttons" has a picture of Jesus carrying the cross to his own execution:

There was this paisley framed piece of Americana, with a picture of The Statue Of Liberty and the words "New York" printed on it. As it stands it is hard to imagine the intended purpose of this item or the demographic it was intended to target. Then you notice the stamps and postmark located in the bottom left corner and you maybe think this is meant to remind someone of their own vacation they took to New York, when they sent their own New York postcard to someone they wanted to remind that they were not in New York. But a closer inspection of the postmark blows that theory out of the water - its words read "Souvenir of Hawaii". This postcard that says "New York" and has a picture of The Statue Of Liberty on it, is a 'souvenir of Hawaii'. The most charitable explanation is that it was conceived by someone in the Philippines or Bangladesh by someone that had been to neither New York or Hawaii, who had as vague an idea of the difference between those two American states as we have of the differences between Dhaka and Chittagong or Luzon and Mindanao.




There was a bucket full of vanity wallets for people with the peculiar name 'Rovis'.




I considered eating a Wall-E push-pop, but while I enjoyed the film and approved of its progressive themes, I was wary because it seemed like it had been three years since I'd seen it.


It DID have a cute figurine of Wall-E's love interest 'Eve' on top.

But as you can see near my thumb, the candy did prove to be several years old.



The doctor/lawyer pictured in the upper-right urgently needed to get to the operating room/file a brief and did not have the time to get wet. He chose Pride brand reusable Men's Raincoats because with their protective hoods and snap buttons no one would confuse him for a woman.



He would probably choose this Pair (of) Socks to relax in after a hard day at the hospital/courtroom. They're perfect for kicking back, unbuttoning several buttons on your male blouse, and striking dramatic poses at your leisure.

Though he needs to be able to use his vinyl raincoat several times, he can't be bothered wearing the same pair of clear plastic gloves more than once. His giant man hands are in luck with the purchase of FLIC brand disposable gloves. These gloves are so large, to give you a sense of scale, I am typing this story from inside of one right now.



If he would wear flip flops, he would certainly wear these uber-patriotic ones here:


With an eagle-head, patriotic colors, and nationalistic phrases such as "Land of the Free" and "Home of the Brav(sic)" printed all over these sandals you'll feel slightly less guilty about constantly walking on the American flag.


A subliminal trick orchestrated by our Chinese overlords.


Who also stocked the store with chic leather medallions with Che Guevara's visage on them.


For the man buying xenophobic footwear and anti-capitalist neckwear, there is the necessary wide array of nylon 'Du-Rags'.


And generic football enthusiast rape whistles.



Or Christmas themed ones for holiday season safety.



This post card, presumably intended to be sold at a commercial turkey farm, is meant to caution the folks back home that you may have to check an eagle farm before you find a suitable leader or eagle.


It seemed as though it would be easier to produce personalized vanity key chains with people's initials rather than their names because you would only have to get the first letter right. Upon realizing that most people have three separate initials, the manufacturer decided that rather than dealing with every combination and permutation of possible initials, they would split the difference and print up a key chain for every letter of the alphabet, with all the letters on each key chain being the same. At least the manufacturer was racially sensitive enough to print an extra "K' on the "K" one. To their chagrin, Kerry Kike Killer Kittles was finally able to buy the personalized key chain he had always wanted.



Someone at the magnet factory either mixed up two different magnet templates, or found his/her job at the magnet factory very spiritually empty.




Just to keep you on your toes, they throw in something legitimately funny.





Not prima facie offensive, until you notice the kind-of-Meso-American caricature/logo, clarifying that 'no, we specifically mean those natives'.



You can purchase house numbers at Dollar Heaven, but there is a very limited selection of numbers available. One can only imagine that the inventory manager, alone in his office, chuckles to himself about this one at least a few times a week.


In case your rhinoceros gets a splinter, or you have hands that actually fit into the giant disposable gloves from before, here are industrial sized tweezers.



Wanting to cash in on the Transformers movie franchise gravy train, a whole industry has sprung up inventing things that remind you of 'Transformers' without actually being 'Transformers':


"Interchange Robots"




"Air Craft Transformables"


And ""T"Bots", The "T"being merely hypothetical.




Andy accurately described this as a 'Road Sign Play Set'. The only use you could imagine this being intended for - playing with toy cars - is nullified by the 'no cars' sign in the top right. This is meant for self-contained road sign enjoyment.


This triceratops has had a bubble-blower tracheotomy:



In the doggie chew toy section you will find your standard hamburger and hot dog shaped ones, and ones shaped like various bones, but for the more continental breeds you can also purchase a rawhide french bread.


A plastic taqiyah or fez that doubles as a...




...travel pet bowl! For when you need to bring a bowl for your pet with you, but cannot afford to take up the space of an actual bowl:


An entire box of Batman glasses cases:




An Irish bracelet with pictures of mugs of beer over the Irish flag:



A tableau of America - army cammo and 'I heart Jesus' bandanas, with a pile of American flags on top.



The most horrifying item we found was a "Dad's Cool-Aid" shot glass with a cartoon green-faced corpse of an alcohol-poisoned neglectful parent on it.




A sticker set of letters for labeling in case you would like to misspell 'Grandpa' on a suitcase; remind yourself that your toolbox is for 'tools'; or to designate your RV/Camper for 'road trip' use:





And to finish strong, an 'Alien Power' action figure that implores you to 'save our planet' without actually designating which planet it wants you to save.





Dollar Heaven may not be the actual place where dollars go when they die - dollars are inanimate objects, and heaven does not exist - but it may plausibly be the place where dollars go to get laundered and later converted into luxury goods for North Korean figureheads, in exchange for the most useless and nonsensical items available for purchase on this, or any other planet.