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A
Prank of Two Cities
The incredible true story of how we propositioned
the mayor’s wife and rigged the NHL playoffs.
Paul Jones
Top
10 Signs of the Impending Police State
Hey America, freedom's just around the corner...
behind you
Allan Uthman
A
Preview of this Issue
...By Sabres play-by-play man Rick Jeanneret!
I
Know More Words Than You
An editorial of verbose contrivance.
Paul Jones
Kino
Korner
M:I:3, Stick It, RV, United 93.
BEAST-O-Scopes
Your cosmic fortune...
in insult form.
The
BEAST Page 3 Postponed Mushroom Cloud
[sic]
- Letters
Judge Punch, toilet reading, and Moses in denial.

I'm
with Stupid
Why Tony Snow is the perfect choice for press
secretary.
Allan Uthman
The
BEAST's Greatest Misses
Exposing our bloopers for all to see.
Ian Murphy
Thanks,
Artvoice!
A message of grtitude to Jamie and Mike.
Pyramid
Scheme
Fat-bottomed diet chart serves US RDA of misinformation
Kit Smith
VP
Cheney Takes Time off to Fuck Himself
Clayton Byrd
Raising
Children: What can you do?
Childcare tips for the uninformed.
Josh Righter
Kino
Korner
American Dreamz, The Sentinel, Silent
Hill, The Wild.
BEAST-O-Scopes
Your cosmic fortune...
in insult form.
The
BEAST Page 3 Republican Hood Ornament
[sic]
- Letters
Bong hits, federal charges, superfluous praise.

Achtung
Doobie!
Buffalo Cops fight drugs in canine massacre.
Oh
Lawdi Lawdi!
Bob Wilmers' free market field holler.
High
Office
Giambra makes sense on drugs; electorate
stunned.
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The
BEAST Page 3
Postponed Mushroom Cloud
Name:
Divine Strake Turn-ons: Arid desert climes, busting bunkers,
Donald Rumsfeld, ammonium nitrate, fuel oil, kicking up radioactive
fallout, intimidating Islamic nations with underground nuclear
facilities and incomprehensible destruction. You know –
700-ton bomb stuff. Turn-offs: Native Americans, Mormons, anybody
down wind really, tree hugging hippies, of course the Iranians,
oh and Japs – I Hate them so much! Just in my blood, I
can’t help it.
How
I got to be The BEAST PAGE 3 Postponed Mushroom Cloud:
Well I was all set to go off on June 2nd, about 100 miles north
of Vegas until the Winnemucca Indians starting being all wuss.
“Oh nooo! Please don’t kick up 50 years of nuclear
fallout in our faces. It will mess up our hair!” Can you
believe that? So now, it’s all tied up in court and when
I got the call to be the BEAST Page 3, I figured what the hell.
It’s not like I got anything better going on.
Future
Plans: If American history has demonstrated anything
at all, it’s that no one cares about the rights of Indians.
That said, unless white people start taking offense, I’ll
be devastating a large swath of Nevada desert in the not so
distant future. Until then: X-Box and bong hits.
How
I’d like to be remembered: As a WMD that really
helped spread freedom across the globe—by destroying a
decent sized chunk of it.
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