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Through out history our secret society has existed in the shadows of humankind in a never-ending war against the culture of
stupidity. Well, actually, we have only existed for about a year, but it sounded cool did it not? However, our quest is the
same nonetheless. That is, to point out the stupidity of every day life and make light of the heaviness that is called
reality. While at first our wise leader Dagan Frost the Infamous Harlequin was reluctant to go public, after a lot of
beer and a pinky swear we found ourselves working to bring our hard won knowledge to the masses. Therefore, under the
protection of an old document written by some important people about a zillion years ago guarantying free speech, we present
to you our works via the World Wide Web. So please, read and enjoy for among you there may be yet another
of our troupe waiting to join us in our war against the sad and harsh thing stupid people call life.
The
ones with way to much time on their hands, The Harlequin Troupe.
THE IDEA
OF THE MONTH
Are you tired of intrusive telemarketers calling during a much needed bathroom break,
or when you are spending time with your boy or girlfriend? The following is a method I discovered recently for detouring
obnoxious telephone intruders. The Devious Harlequin and I were engaged in a three hour battle against King Koopa in
the beloved classic Super Mario Brothers 3. Then, at a pivotal moment, the phone rang. Before I could say hello, I
was asked by what I can only describe as the speak spell from hell what my views were on gay marriage. As this was the
fourth time that day a computer had felt the need to interrupt what I was doing with a bad Steven Hawkins impression,
I deciding enough was enough. I called back the number on the caller ID to complain and to my surprise, a representative from
the national institute against gay marriage answered. With out even a hello he demanded to know my position on
this so-called important issue. After asking him what he was wearing, and other such questions I handed the phone to
my friend. He then, in a tone I can only describe as sinister Rue Paul impression, scolded the man for interrupting us during an
orgasmic sexual experience. Note, we are NOT GAY. I am pleased
to report that after this event they have not called back since.
The one whom the phone company has a file on,
The Mad Harlequin
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