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Presidential Debate #2 Predictions


By OYIT Staff

This Tuesday, two people - most likely B. Hussein Obama and Willard “Mittens” Romney - will once again meet in a town hall style debate to address domestic issues, such as housework and marital rape.  The debate will be taking place at Hofstra University in New York (the Kaplan College of Long Island), full of students refusing to take responsibility for their lives and clinging to their guns and religion. 




The consensus opinion of the first debate is that Romney won because he was able to limit his use of the n-word, and because Obama failed to defend his record and got too caught up in attacks on Mormonism.  Today the OYIT staff will take a look into their crystal balls and predict what might happen in the next blood-soaked encounter between two stooges of Non-Profit America.


  • Mitt Romney will once again declare his love for Big Bird, then reveal that he has taken Big Bird as one of his many wives.


  • Romney’s ideological swing from liberal east coast Republican to “severe conservative” back towards the middle will take another giant leap left when he performs a vulgar display that culminates in his wiping his filthy ass and blowing his nose - in that order - with the original copy of the US Constitution. Watching from the audience, Virgil Goode will begin audibly weeping, not because of the political/historical blasphemy he’s seeing, but simply because he’s not fully prepared for the size of the custom Articles Of Confederation buttplug he personally designed and wore to the debate.




  • Mitt Romney will then admit that sometimes he fantasizes about Elmo, too. No offense to Big Bird.
  • After being chided by the media for not being aggressive in the last debate, Barack Obama will walk over to Mitt Romney and punch him in the face and tell him he’s going to send him straight to Third Heaven.

  • Romney will accuse Obama of having been born in Kenya, to which Obama will respond by calling Anne Romney an “ugly cunt.”

  • Holding a fully detached human jawbone, a confused Ron Paul will stumble onto stage, naked and covered in what must be blood, before calling Romney “Mommy Number Two” then asking Obama: “Daddy can I take the horse out for a ride tonight?”

  • One of the audience members asking questions will be a tea party member who detonates a suicide bomb, killing everyone in the auditorium except Candy Crowley, who is immortal and by default becomes the nominee of the Green Party.

  • Both candidates will play a drinking game of their own during the debate: Any time one of them calls the other “my opponent”, each will take a sip of their red wine with tonic water and olives - the official drink of the 2012 Election.

  • After criticism that he seemed “out of it” during the first debate, President Obama will drink three Redbulls before going on stage for this debate.  He will get so hyped that he will rip his own skin off and flex his exposed musculature, which will appeal to body builders and win him the election.

  • Obama will wear a festive Halloween costume. Romney will wear a festive Halloween brooch.

  • One question taken from the audience will be from Dalek2007, Gary Johnson’s Second Life avatar.  The question will be about the box office numbers for Atlas Shrugged 2, which were much higher in Second Life than first.


  • All participants get sidetracked trying to figure out where that giant eyeball in Florida came from.


  • Romney evokes the bus driver who uppercutted the teen girl as the kind of American entrepreneurial spirit we’ve been missing under Obama.  O then brings out the teen girl who endorses him and talks some MAJOR shit on Romney, who uppercuts her.  This leads to another Romney surge among working class men in polls conducted by upper middle class blacks living on Long Island.

  • Mitt Romney will constantly quote the film version of “The Shadow,” the only movie he has ever seen.  The undecided voters will not respond to this.


  • Hofstra University will be leveled by a nuclear missile shot from the submarine in Last Resort, ABC’s hit new action/drama airing every Thursday night at 8pm EST.

  • One of the “regular people” asking a question from the audience is Jared Loughner who asks a question about the government’s control of language and then opens fire in the first act of senseless gun violence in America since the Civil War.

  • Jill Stein shows up and drops out of the presidential race, endorsing Roseanne, who reveals the last four years were a dream: McCain really won the election and Darlene was gay and co-hosted a The View rip-off.

  • As the debate progresses, Obama and Romney will both begin losing their trains of thought, frequently pausing, and ending sentences with “... I mean... yeah, dude, you know?” After Romney, completely unfamiliar with the effects of illicit drugs, begins answering a question on economic growth with “What if, like, it was, like...” potheads around the nation suspect both candidates have been dosed without their knowledge. Cameras panning to the audience will reveal nearly three quarters of the crowd to be unconscious as an undetectable gas leak in the building slowly claims the lives of everyone in the auditorium.


  • The undetectable gas leak will continue to build after the debate consuming the northern half of the East Coast before it is contained.  It will lose the general election to third party candidate Gary Johnson, but will carry the entire South.

  • Hot off news that stimulus-receiving company A123 has declared bankruptcy, Mitt Romney will hit Obama hard by bringing out a mummified employee of A123 and perform a necrophiliac act to highlight the improper relationship between the federal government and so-called “green companies.”

  • To prove to the American people that he’s just like them, Romney will make a reference to the ABC show “Wife Swap.” He will inform the viewing audience that he and Paul Ryan have taped an audition tape in which they engage in those “swinging activities” with Janna, Ann, and Romney’s seven other wives who shall remain nameless.*  The link to watch the video is located on the Mormon Church’s website.
*Romney had his seven additional wives’ names legally “erased” upon their nuptials.

  • Biden, fresh from the beatdown he gave Paul Ryan during the vice presidential debate, will be spotted in the audience handing out jello shots and giving crude prison-style tattoos to anyone who wants them, regardless of age. Eschewing standard antiseptic practices, Biden will outright refuse to clean the tattoo gun between customers, which he calls “my fresh ink babies linked by blood.” He will also sign each tattoo with BD, which he claims can mean either “Bi Den” or “Big Dick” depending on his mood.


  • According to documents leaked by the underground Lyndon LaRouche faction at Hofstra University, the Republican and Democratic national conventions have agreed that all judgements of performances during the debate will be based upon phrenology performed on the candidates by respectable bump and crevice doctors. Additionally, all questions from moderators and commentary by pundits is to be spoken using only words containing glottal stops regardless of any agreed-upon debate language, be it English, Adamic, pidgin, Ferengi, Enochian, The Language of the Birds, Valarin, or any of the glossolalia-based tongues the Romney campaign invented for the debate.

Principal Dave Larson's Morning Announcement

By Scott N
 
REMEMBER Dave, keep the tone light.  You’re not their dad. You’re Noah’s.

REMEMBER: Avoiding coughing.

Good morning, students (guys?), this is Mr. Larson.  (Um?) I just wanted to make a particularly specific announcement today for the seniors who will be leaving this afternoon for Cancun.  I, personally, have found myself, in life, to somewhat of a world traveler.  This includes France even.  Vacation experience is, to me now, a third arm of mine, so to speak.  Indulge me, if you will, to just share a few pointers aimed to help YOU (got to emphasize) YOU all on your trip.

  • Firstly, THERE WILL BE WAITING AT THE AIRPORT.  If this was gin rummy, I’d throw Noah’s car fund into the kitty, knowing I’d win it all back because I would be on the side of “YOU WILL WAIT AT THE AIRPORT.” So bring a book or another tight-space activity to occupy your time.
  • I’ve been on the “oops” side of trying to bring outlawed items onboard an aircraft.  For me, it was a pair of binoculars that had a compartment for a wedding ring in them.  Don’t even think about bringing something like that to customs. As a “would-it-fly” compass, just think, “Could I bring this into the gym for a girls volleyball game?”
  • Watch the film they show aboard the plane.  It’s truly one of those life moments you will never (emphasize) forget. Truly.
  • Also, in addition to behaving like an adult on the airplane, eat the meal that they’ll serve you.  Why? Well, in Cancun the meat has candy in it and the candy has meat in it.  Hungry? (probably a nice place for a pause/possible laugh)
  • Vultures are not birds in places like Cancun, they are bird-like people who prey on tourists and their food and water is the money of said tourists.  If you want to buy a t-shirt with all the sex positions on it, be ready to haggle.  Also, be ready to throw the shirt away before a chaperone sees it and trashes it on his or her own.  I DON’T THINK THOSE POSITIONS ARE FUNNY.
  • Not a well known tip for vacationers, but: avoid paying gratuity to a waiter or other service representative, they’ll only perceive it to be a down payment for a hair-braiding.
  • Please swim. Please, swim. Gulf waters are underrated, and not nearly as salty as Noah claimed them to be when we were in the Dominican Republic. (another laugh possibly, take a moment)
  • Now, marijuana is out there.  So before you decide to play Cheech and Butthead or Kumar and Jackass show or whatever, think about what your summer vacation will be like in solitary confinement cell next to Little Wayne.
  • Have fun.  College doesn’t have these memories.
  • Lastly, just have to repeat: Have fun. (this is going to send seniors into laughter/hysteria pull way back for outro)

Ok guys.  The bus, excuse me, CHARTER bus (one last decent pop?) will leave as close to 5:15 as it can.  Thank you, and again, good morning.

"Addicted To Chocolate: A Short Play"

By Scott 

From the OYIT VAULT



Setting - A bakery counter at a Jewel grocery store.


(Lights go up on a bakery counter a Jewel grocery store. We see Shad, a 51 year old baker, preparing dough of somesort.)

Shad: (talking to himself, gleefully) Tra-la-la! What shall you be, Mr. Dough? Perchance a cookie? Perchance a cake? Whatever you shall be shalt be s'wonderful!

(Brandi, our antagonist, approaches the counter. She is wearing a big dress. She is fat in addition to being 42 years old. She reeks of fries.)

Brandi: (gleefully) Now there's the man I need to see!

Shad: (laughs) Uh oh! Hit the "Brandi alarm"! Watch out!

Brandi: (laughs) Oh cut it out! But a man who knows his way around a dessert, call him a DREAM man!

Shad: Right, right.

Brandi: Anyway, I need my fix.

Shad: (laughs) A fix? Oh Brandi!

Brandi: I know, right? It's like I'm ADDICTED TO DESSERTS!

Shad: (jokingly uses a chocolate chip cookie as a "cigarette") Huh? How about this? Huh?

Brandi: (beside herself in laughter) That's it! That's it! (shifting focus) Ok. Hmm, what to get today. How about that. That cake. That whole cake!

Shad: (slight chuckle) Right. Yeah, the whole thing.

Brandi: No no. I wish, though! It looks good. Go ahead and give me a piece.

(Shad cuts a generous piece of the German chocolate cake, places it in a Superbowl-themed, football shaped to-go container, and hands it to Brandi, who at this point has gathered saliva on the corners of her mouth.)

Shad: Tra-la-la. One piece of cake for Brandi!

Brandi: Thank you...so much. This is gonna be gooOOood. Ya know, forget everything else. Chocolate. That's it. That's where it's at!

Shad: Hooray!

Brandi: I'm addicted to chocolate!

Shad: (grimly) As I am t'ward you. (Lights fade slowly as "Live Your Life" by T.I. feat. Rihanna plays softly in the background.)



An Old Comic

By Jake and Scott 

This is a comic that Scott and I made in probably 2000 in high school study hall. I have a lot of comics and they are mostly dis comics like this one. Some of them are jokes about people from high school, so I can't post a lot of them. If you don't know who Scott is then search his name and read some of his hilarious articles. Enjoy the comic and you might need to click on it to read it.

From the Vault: Seeing Soupy Sales

By Scott

Due to events out of our hands, we will not be wishing you a good morning today. If you would like to help us with the good morning article then please contact us because we'd love to have your help. For now enjoy this classic OYIT post from October 25, 2002, about the legendary comedian Soupy Sales.


(In case you don't know who Soupy Sales is, he is a man with googly eyes and an unusual, synthetic looking hairdo. He was on several game shows from the 60s to the 70s, and he was always quick with a joke or an innocent put-down. He is probably dead these days.)

  • I once saw Soupy Sales digest a 12 year old box of condoms, then teach a child how to walk.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales play 67 consecutive games of backgammon, then kill everybody living in an apartment complex just by flexing his bicep

  • I once saw Soupy Sales make a convincing argument as to why glass should be considered food, then he won the world tournament of salad dressing.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales give a lecture at Vas Deferens University, then sell a Sega Genesis to Clyde Drexler.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales wed a Cadillac, then break its heart over dinner just to win a bet with Bob Costas.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales arm-wrestle a deaf/mute panda bear just because DMX fell over a banister made of Swiss cheese.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales get stoned with a canvas bag, then steal the stars from the sky only using his ears.

  • Twice I saw Soupy Sales torture a booger by tickling it with a feather, then tape an entire season of "Wings" over his dad's 3rd favorite porn video.

  • I may have imagined it, but I think I saw Soupy Sales bail out of a fast shopping cart on Rainbow Road of Super Mario Kart, then turn his attention to a member of the 1919 Chicago Black Sox getting raped by a Puerto Rican.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales cry over losing a freestyle gift wrapping challenge to Mighty Joe Young, then change his ICQ alias to "BITCHTITS".

  • I saw Soupy Sales contort his body into 1,000 different positions to celebrate his kitten's 1,000th birthday, then clean his zit filled chest with toxic ooze.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales jog himself into a rental car, then hold the stick-shift hostage for a handful of dimes. (Which were given to him promptly.)

  • I once saw Soupy Sales strip down to his bubble gum flavored briefs, then swear to Jesus Sanchez that it was to impress the cast of "2001: A Space Travesty".

  • I once saw Soupy Sales donate his earnings from the year 1792 to a golf club, then vomit all over his Garfield "Study...I think NOT" bib.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales mind his manners while eating breakfast with a VCR, then refuse to pay the waitress because she looked to much like Jonathon Winters.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales invent the tractor, then sing duet with Estonia (via satellite).

  • I once saw Soupy Sales do research for a paper he had to write by screaming the Lord's Prayer at his Ken doll, then organize his scarves according to weight.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales boycott Gatorade for their use of racial slurs in their commercials and films, then flush an entire month's worth of "Slylock Fox and Comics For Kids" down the toilet.

  • I once saw Soupy Sales neglect to inspect a turtledove's suitcase, and then do back-flips until the parrot evolved.

  • I saw Soupy Sales sell soup, then kill himself.

    If anyone has spotted Soupy doing anything bizarre or soupy, notify One Year in Texas. Thank you.

  • Letters From The Rafters

    By Scott



    When I was 5 years old in 1988, I began a pen-pal correspondence with 7'7" NBA center, Manute Bol. For the next 10 years, we stayed in touch. Phenomenal touch. I'll never know why it stopped, but it did, and I have moved on. I hadn't seen a single one of those letters until last weekend. I was in a car crash and they flew out all over the place. They were in my car's transmission.


    Should I throw these intimate letters away? Nay, many of them will be posted now on this website. My first letter to him was just a blank piece of paper with the question, "Why?" written on it. Here is his first letter to me. His response.


    Hello, Scott!

    Why? Why not?! That is what I say. Everything can be solved with a simple, "Why not?". Hehe! How are you, little one? I am doing very well. I very much enjoy playing basketball for the Washington Bullets. Do you like that? The Washington Bullets? I don't very much. I want to play somewhere else a lot. Do you ever feel like that? Even though they say you are 5, do you wish you were somewhere different? Like away from Washington DC? Oh there I go again. I'm not even sure if you live in Washington DC. You might even live within the moon for as much as I know! Hehe. Nevermind about that. But really. Do you not like where you live? There is a lot of stress living in places. First you have to find a nice place to live, then you have to buy the grocery, then you have to get one dog or a cat! RRR! Its enough to pack my suitcase for me! And on a basketball note, I'm having a worse year than prior years. Fewer blocks, fewer points, and my goodness the rebounds I'm not getting! There will be a better day though, soon if everything changes. I am a young gentleman, so that could take place right now or a time later! Oh there I go. For the sake of ending on a happy note, I hope you go to school and make good friends! I hope to keep up now!


    Friendships,

    Mr. Bol


    P.s. - Today is Wednesday in Washington! That means I treat myself to a meal at a restaurant! Gracious!!

    Coffee Wakes Me Up! : A short play

    By Scott



    Characters: Landy and Trish. They are both 29 years old. Landy is a boy, Trish is a girl.

    Show opens with Landy and Trish sitting down at a small table in a Starbucks-esque cafe. They both have paper cups filled with hot coffee. Landy is wearing a scarf and Vans sneakers. Trish just took off her scarf. She is wearing Chuck Taylors, she also has thick legs.


    Landy: (yawning) Oh dear God. What time is it now?

    Trish: (looks at her watch) It's 7.

    Landy: Human beings shouldn't be up this early, and neither should I!

    Trish:(laughs) As if you aren't human. Uhhh, I'd believe that!

    Landy: I'm from a different planet. One where everybody gets to sleep all the fucking day!

    Trish: Uhh, I'd visit that planet!

    Landy: I hate you for being so chipper at this time of day.

    Trish: Oh trust me, I should be a zombie right now. Thanks to this coffee, I'm able to function.

    Landy: You had a head start?

    Trish: Two cups before I even met you here!

    Landy: Lucky. (sips coffee) Ahhh. Sweet exlicer - be in me!

    Trish: Landy, you are too much.

    Landy: Coffee is the one and only reason why I'm still on the fence about whether or not God exists. Coffee and scarves.

    Trish: When it opens, we should check out that new art museum that also sells vinyl records.

    Landy: Me need more coff-coff first.

    Trish: (laughs) Coff-Coff! Is that the language you speak on your planet?

    Landy: Yes. (shares laughter with Trish) My name is Landy.

    Trish: We are wearing scarves.

    Landy and Trish: Coffee wakes us up!

    Lights dim.

    "Addicted To Chocolate: A Short Play"

    By Scott


    Setting - A bakery counter at a Jewel grocery store.


    (Lights go up on a bakery counter a Jewel grocery store. We see Shad, a 51 year old baker, preparing dough of somesort.)

    Shad: (talking to himself, gleefully) Tra-la-la! What shall you be, Mr. Dough? Perchance a cookie? Perchance a cake? Whatever you shall be shalt be s'wonderful!

    (Brandi, our antagonist, approaches the counter. She is wearing a big dress. She is fat in addition to being 42 years old. She reeks of fries.)

    Brandi: (gleefully) Now there's the man I need to see!

    Shad: (laughs) Uh oh! Hit the "Brandi alarm"! Watch out!

    Brandi: (laughs) Oh cut it out! But a man who knows his way around a dessert, call him a DREAM man!

    Shad: Right, right.

    Brandi: Anyway, I need my fix.

    Shad: (laughs) A fix? Oh Brandi!

    Brandi: I know, right? It's like I'm ADDICTED TO DESSERTS!

    Shad: (jokingly uses a chocolate chip cookie as a "cigarette") Huh? How about this? Huh?

    Brandi: (beside herself in laughter) That's it! That's it! (shifting focus) Ok. Hmm, what to get today. How about that. That cake. That whole cake!

    Shad: (slight chuckle) Right. Yeah, the whole thing.

    Brandi: No no. I wish, though! It looks good. Go ahead and give me a piece.

    (Shad cuts a generous piece of the German chocolate cake, places it in a Superbowl-themed, football shaped to-go container, and hands it to Brandi, who at this point has gathered saliva on the corners of her mouth.)

    Shad: Tra-la-la. One piece of cake for Brandi!

    Brandi: Thank you...so much. This is gonna be gooOOood. Ya know, forget everything else. Chocolate. That's it. That's where it's at!

    Shad: Hooray!

    Brandi: I'm addicted to chocolate!

    Shad: (grimly) As I am t'ward you. (Lights fade slowly as "Live Your Life" by T.I. feat. Rihanna plays softly in the background.)



    From the Vault: Choose Your Own Adventure

    By Scott

    *Yawn* Wake up, you sleepy bastard, it's time to go out in to the world. You awake in a puddle of your own vomit, and in the vomit, you see your reflection. That means that last night you got completely hammered and you accidentally ate a mirror AND that you are not a vampire - yet. You start to panic because you remember that in the Bible it says not to eat mirrors or any other thing you might find in a restroom or a house of mirrors. What do you do?

    A.) Cover the mirror vomit with the nearest rug.
    B.) Laugh at the fact that you thought you might have been a vampire.
    C.) Volunteer your MC skills for the next Easter Seals Telethon.

    You choose B.



    Ha Ha Ha!! What a dingbat you are! Vampires don't live in America, and they never will. They hate breathing our air and they really hate looking at our beautiful, sinful women. How could you ever think that you were one of them? You never drink blood, you never turn into a bat, and you can't stand living a single moment of your life without looking at breasts. All of these things enter your mind and you being to laugh out loud (LOL) uncontrollably. Your chuckling wakes up your neighbor, who just happens to be a devil worshiper who hates the sound of laughter. He walks over to your house, in just his robe and slippers, and knocks loudly on your door. You know it's him, so you try to think of something to do. What's it going to be?

    A.) Don't answer the door.
    B.) Answer the door.
    C.) Answer the door wearing a mask.

    You choose C.

    Uh oh. You answer to door timidly, and ask the Satan lover if you can help him. The guy takes you by the neck and begins to choke you. Instead of fighting back or screaming, you're too busy thinking why this man is trying to kill you. You did put on a mask, so how does he know that it's you? Oops, the mask you put on was actually a mask of your very own face that you had made last Halloween. You thought it would be a great gag, but your friends thought it was pretty lame. You were given a fake king's crown that had "King Lame" inscribed on it, and that made you cry. At this point, you snap back to your senses and realize that the Satanic man stopped choking you two hours ago, and that you had been choking yourself for those last couple hours. You feel like an idiot. You...

    A.) Fall in love with the Satan worshiper.
    B.) Polish your "King Lame" crown.
    C.) Wish upon a star.

    You can't decide between C and A, then you slowly pick C.

    What to wish for? You have a crown and a house, and some vomit. What else do you need? You think about if for a little bit, then you decide that you need a "Big Johnson" t-shirt collection. You go outside, you find a star that looks like it needs to be degraded, so you wish away. In just a matter of seconds, your entire wardrobe magically switched from regular clothes into hilarious "Big Johnson" t-shirts. You look through them all, then try to pick one to wear for the rest of the evening. You pick...

    A.) The ironic, Budweiser parody muscle shirt.
    B.) A long-sleeve that says, "I've got more 'inches' than a Polish phone book."
    C.) A standard, "Get a boner, then whack it" short-sleeve.

    You pick B, immediately.

    So now you're cool, and you go out to the pub to pick up some ladies. The bouncer lets you in right away after reading your shirt, and you start...

    A.) Dancing with a mop
    B.) Dancing with a cardboard standup of Jeff Gordon
    C.) Drinking beer and lemonade by the tunic full

    You wish you could choose C, but A is the only realistic option. You choose B.

    You begin to tango with the paper NASCAR driver, and you feel good about it. Jeff begins to touch your ass, but it's okay, it feels good. You begin to kiss him on his 2-D lips and you decide that you're going to drop to one knee and propose to him. As you begin to do this, you remember that you are married and that you have twelve kids at home that need love and breast milk. What do you do now?

    A.) Kill the cardboard standup of Jeff Gordon and go home.
    B.) Kill the real life Jeff Gordon.
    C.) Follow through with the proposal.

    You choose B.

    So you fly all the way to South Carolina to kill Jeff Gordon and guess what? You did. You threw three banana cream pies at his face, he suffocated, he died, you celebrated. With him out of the way, you decide to take a walk down Just Killed A Guy Avenue. You begin walking down the street and you realize that someone in a monster truck is following you. You...

    A.) Dart down an empty alley, hoping to lose it.
    B.) Dart down a cluttered and busy alley, hoping to draw it in so that it helps clean it up.
    C.) Play darts.

    You choose C, no questions asked.

    Bull's-eye! You defeat the monster truck at darts. The truck is terribly upset and decides to retire from the World Dart Circuit. You are arrested for causing this unhappy retirement, and you are thrown in the pen for six years. In prison you...

    A.) Write your memoirs.
    B.) Die, become a zombie, reform the band White Zombie, go double platinum in the year 2025, then pass away.
    C.) Yell a lot.

    You choose C, but I erase your answer and pick B for you so that this story has a happy ending.

    THE END....?