--*Washington, D.C. Stripper Blasted for Incompetence

Sally Jessie Rose, a 52-year-old stripper who works at the Bare Elegance Lounge in Washington, D.C., was blasted yesterday by both Democratic and Republican lawmakers alike for her horrible dance routine and shocking disregard for quality adult cabaret entertainment.

"This stripper is just terrible," said Rep. Jackson Peyton (D-Idaho). "I mean, it's OK to tease, but it's not a tease anymore if it lasts for, like, four hours. At what point does she just take it off?"

"There is no inspiration in her moves at all," said Jefferson Potlach, a Republican representative from Wisconsin. "It's like she can barely be bothered to take off her clothes in front of us."

Rose did her strip routine some four hours after the Senate agreed to pass a bipartisan bill extending unemployment compensation, legislation that passed in a highly polarized political atmosphere in which gridlock has become the order of the day. However, the jobs bill and Sally Jessie Rose's horrible and chafing lap dance were encouraging areas of bipartisan consensus, said President Barack Obama.

Though we have differences about execution, both Republicans and Democrats agree that unemployment is a top priority, and that Sally Jessie Rose's feather boa routine was lackluster and hostile, just the sort of negative, 'I don't care' attitude that brings us all down."

Senator Jim Bunning, a Republican from Kentucky, had threatened to hold up the jobs bill because he thought it would add to the deficit.

"This is a free market economy," said Rep. Jim McAllen of Utah. "At some point, the market must sustain itself, and the market will take care of those who are responsible and those who are irresponsible. This Sally Jessie Rose person, for instance, is not getting any sort of tip from me. The market knows what to do with her drag-ass, low burlesque routine."

Semi-Retarded Boyfriend Jealous Of Your Phone Spam

(Originally posted Friday, February 06, 2009)

Gaithersburg, Kentucky (API) -- Your semi-retarded boyfriend, Kyle Robillard believes you are having an affair after reading your cell phone spam, it was reported today.

Robillard, a semi-employed glass cutter who drives a 1972 Honda, earlier today read your cell phone messages, one of which said "Call me for free penis creme" and instantly assumed that it might be some ex-boyfriend you never talk about. Highly suspicious, Robillard then followed you to work in his Honda down Interstate 75 North toward Lexington, sat in line behind you at the drive-through bank, and stood outside while you went to check your post office box.

"Where the f* are you going," screamed Robillard, suddenly ambushing you near the Krispy Kreme. "Get in my car, bitch."

Angry at this type of behavior, but also secretly flattered, you yelled "Screw you, I'm just going for latte. Screw you."

"You're a fuckin' whore," said Robillard. "Some guy's writin' you about his penis. You're a fuckin' liar."

"Look how stupid you're acting," you said.

Robillard proceeded to kick the driver's side door of his own car until the chrome body strips peeled off.

"We're done," Robillard said, to which you replied, "What a big baby."

He then got in his car and drove off but came back and said he had all the proof he needed you were having an affair based on the long and intimate-sounding penis-creme spam you received.

"I got the proof you're a whore," Robillard said. "I got it right here in my hand."

"Take me to court," you screamed as you got in your own car. "You're not the boss of me. Give me my cell phone back. You're a spy and a crazy person."

He then got back in his car and was about to drive it at you just to scare you when a police officer showed up and asked you if there was a problem.

"Fuckin' whore is cheating," said Robillard, who has several times flunked his high school diploma equivalency exam.

The officer, Dale Patchoughe of the Gaithersburg Police Department, asked if he could see the phone in question. After looking at it for a few moments, he quickly surmised that the cell phone message, which addressed you by name and which indeed seemed intimate, was actually "one of these spamming messages you get through the computer" and there was a very good chance you were not cheating on Robillard at all.

Robillard began to cry and say he was sorry, and Officer Patchoughe let him off with a warning. You then went up to Robillard, touched that he cared so much about you to follow you around.

Later that night, you and Robillard shared a romantic dinner at the same Krispy Kreme and had a big laugh.

"You big dodo," you said to Robillard. "I love you."

Robillard answered incoherently with half of a chocolate custard doughnut stuffed in his mouth.