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Vol 30 Issue 14

New Fox Sitcom Outrageous

LOS ANGELES—According to television-industry insiders, the new Fox sitcom scheduled to debut Nov. 17 is outrageous.

Last Week's Trek Pretty Awesome

LOS ANGELES—Last week's Trek—a Next Generation rerun in which the crew of the Enterprise is transported beyond all known dimensions of time and space by a semi-godlike alien evolved beyond all human comprehension—was "pretty awesome," according to reports. "Worf learned a valuable lesson about his adoptive human parents when a hologram created by the energy being confronted him with his troubled past," said longtime Trekker and part-time pizza delivery driver Brad Sponel. "It was pretty awesome." Sources also say that Picard and Crusher almost kissed during a mind-meld sequence, but stopped at the last minute.

Crunch 'N' Munch Increases Crunchiness, Munchability

MUNICH—Popular snack-food item Crunch 'n' Munch, long praised for both its crunchiness and its munchability, became even crunchier and more munchable this week, when Crunch 'n' Munch research teams increased the product's famed "crunchiness" and "munchability" by over 30 percent. "Our goal is to make Crunch 'n' Munch the most crunchy—and munchable—snack-food item we possibly can," said Crunch 'n' Munch's Helmut Krauntz. "When someone feels hungry, whether their desire is to crunch or merely to munch, we want them to turn to our Crunch 'n' Munch products to meet both their crunchiness and munchability needs."

Jamie Crying

LOS ANGELES—According to local authorities, Jamie, 17, is crying, reportedly over a post-coital rejection by rock star David Lee Roth. "Although Jamie would feel better if she wrote David a letter, she is crying," said former Van Halen manager Eddie Arnesen. Though sources say Jamie has been in love before, and that she knows what love is for, in this case it was a mere one-night stand, and love should be more than that. Arnesen added that despite the fact that when Roth and Jamie parted, the long-haired, vinyl-clad rocker said, "Gimme a call some time," Jamie knows what that will get her.

I've Got A Lot Of Bad Ideas

Ideas! The sign of a vigorous mind. Ideas! The noblest product of man. Ideas! I love them! I am a man of ideas! I've got tens of ideas! And they're all bad!

Captivated By Carolyn

Carolyn Bessette, John F. Kennedy Jr.'s new bride, has captivated all of America with her beauty and style. What do you think of the woman who's being called "the new Jackie Kennedy"?

Friendless Woman Bakes, Gives Away Cookies

HANWICH, PA—Unremarkable Hanwich resident Jean Blomun, a middle-aged single woman without friends, baked nearly three dozen cookies Sunday night, giving them away the next day to co-workers at the office where she has worked unnoticed for years.
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They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To

Hola amigos! What's going down? I know it's been a while since I last gave you the gospel according to Anchower, but I had problems like you wouldn't believe. First off, I blew a tire 'cause my alignment was messed up, but my alignment couldn't be fixed until I replaced my master bearing. Plus, my clutch cable broke for the second time 'cause the firewall is bent in. Hombres, this ain't been an easy time in the life of Jim Anchower.

On top of all that, I got this new job at the Golden Goose Supper Club. I'm a prep cook, which means I gotta go in at 7 every morning to start chopping vegetables and making soup. Can you believe it? Me, the king of the cruise, reduced to slaving in a kitchen instead of cruising! I tell you, I wouldn't be suffering these indignities if I weren't hurtin' for a decent set of wheels.

Anyway, while I was watching TV the other day, I saw a commercial that said I could get a free T-shirt and keychain if I went in and test-drove a new Saturn. It was no '81 Mustang, but for a free T-shirt, I could be troubled to go slumming.

I decided that, just like the commercial said, the time was now, so I hopped into Old Faithless (that's what I call my car these days because it's always causing me no end of grief) and headed to the local Saturn dealership.

When I got there, business must have been pretty slow, because this guy comes up to me right off the bat and asks if I need any help. I size up the situation and say all cool-like, "Actually, I just want to browse for a while. I'll come get you if I need you." Rule number one: Don't act too eager. If you start hopping up and down like a monkey when they throw you a bone, the fight is lost, amigos.

I wandered through the dealership lot pretending I'm all concerned about crap like warranty and MPG, when all I'm really doing is checking out which car looked the fastest and had a tape deck in it.

To be honest, it would not be fair to continue if I did not point out that all of the cars I saw looked like they couldn't grease 'em off even if you put rocket fuel in the tank.

Whatever happened to the days when if you wanted a car with some muscle, you got one complete with a loud-ass horn and a sweet bikini-model air freshener to throw on the rear-view mirror? I tell you, they don't make 'em like they used to, and that's a crying shame.

Finally, I came across one that looked like it might have some kick to it, plus it had the tape deck I require for pleasurable driving. I start walking over to the office, only this helpful guy is already walking toward me. "I see you've found something you like," he says, all smiling and friendly. "My name is Dale."

"Well, Dale," I say, "it looks okay, but you can't tell a book and all that, if you know what I mean."

He keeps up with the eager-beaver routine and says, "You bet. This car gets 45 miles to the..." and starts yakking on and on about how smooth of a ride it is and anti-lock brakes and what not. I wasn't paying any attention until he pulls out the keys and says, "Do you want to take it out for a test spin?"

Now, I am certainly nobody's fool, which is why I earned the nickname "The Thinker." I know about the old bait-and-switch routine, so I say, "Well, that depends. Are you still giving away a free T-shirt like the ad says?" A funny look crosses his face and he goes, "Sure, we still have those available."

Well, you don't have to ask Jim Anchower twice! I took the keys out of Dale's hand before he could change his mind and said, "Then I'll let you know in a while." I slide behind the wheel, and the first thing I notice is that the seat is pretty comfy, but it sits too high. I quickly rectified that situation by tilting it back a bit so I could drive it in classic one-handed cruise mode. I fastened my seatbelt, popped in a tape of the late, great George Thorogood and went out in search of some open road.

To see what the Saturn could do, I went to my one guaranteed two-mile stretch of pig-free highway (the location of which is top-secret, 'cause I don't want it all trafficked up by a bunch of amateurs). Turns out, the car topped out at only 88, which I know for a fact because of the high-tech digital speedometer on it. Not only that, but the thing rode so quiet, people couldn't hear me coming until I was practically right on top of them.

I'm just thankful that none of my friends saw me behind the wheel of such a candy-ass car, otherwise I would have had to put down a lot of trash about me later. Rest assured, Jim Anchower would not be taking this car home. Not now, not ever!

Anyway, I got the T-shirt, but I never wear it except at work where nobody can see it. I had to cut the keychain up into little bits with a pair of metal shears so no one would see it in my garbage can.

As for Dale, I told him I liked the car, but I had to test-drive some other ones first. To be honest, I think he knew I wasn't taking that car. Me and that car were like oil and water—we just didn't mix.

I need speed, power and thunder. That thing was just a toy. Just like Skynyrd, I need to be free as a bird. Today's music and cars, man—it's a cryin' shame. Give me the days of the Charger and Skynyrd any day. You just can't beat those old cars. Except for the Volkswagens. I fuckin' hate those things.

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