Volume 7, Issue 4 The Day of Beer September 25, 2009
Everyone, well mostly the uber conservative right, is making a big stink these days about the changing tide of the American landscape. Turn on the news, and all you hear about is socialism this, or fascism that. Gloom and doom are the hot topic right now, just like every other day of the year for the past century. And who can blame the media? Rainbows, puppies, and sun‐ shine never really make any money the tobacco industry driven media circus. But what about the one topic nobody has seen fit to mention? The topic that was, in the not so distant past, at the forefront of our own little slice of Americana here at ASU – totalitarianism. That’s right, I said it. Bet you never thought that such a serene, friendly institution like our own could be capable of one of the most heinous and brutal ruling ideologies known to the free world. Oh, the things you can learn. And sadly, though there have been many improvements, there have also been just as many cover‐ups, lies, and backdoor deals that have secretly kept the totalitarian reign alive in the underground of our fair school to this day. Hop in my way back ma‐ chine and I’ll tell you all about it. *insert flashback music* See, back when ASU was still know as San Angelo College, I think that’s what it was called but who knows, the ancient scrolls have been long since lost, burned, or buried under the Uni‐ versity President’s house (along with Jimmy Hoffa), the elders of our now prestigious institu‐ tion conceived of a plan to transform the then small college into a university. A grand idea, by all accounts, and many of the townspeople were more than happy to oblige this change because it would boost economy, morale, and pre‐marital sex which, as we know results in pregnancy (and ball cancer) 100% of the time, thus increasing the population. However, there was one small con‐ tingency of people who did not desire this change – the Quakers. They saw the streamlining of the college to a university as an affront to God be‐
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ASU: Home, Sweet, Home or Devil’s Playground? By: The Bear Jew cause of the influx of population and the lack of bathrooms. Time passed, and the college became a uni‐ versity, much to the dismay of the Quakers. The founding fathers of the university quickly had them all killed, maimed, or forced them into death marches to Fredricksburg and Shiner. Many lives were lost on those marches, and the production of oatmeal fell 234%, doom‐ ing the world to eat grits (bleck!). With the Quak‐ ers gone, the fathers of the now Angelo State University school needed to come up with a mar‐ ketable brand logo and mascot. After much de‐ bate, and days of cuddling, they decided upon the elegant, yet powerful, ram – an icon that endures today. Majestic as the ram might be, they needed a way to lure unsuspecting children to sporting events and indoctrinate them with the ASU blue and gold. Since Barack Obama was‐ n’t around to speak to school children yet be‐ cause he was still schlepping around Kenya or Mongolia or wherever the hell he’s really from, the fathers of the university settled on a cartoon ram named Tuffy to gain the trust and interest of the children. But something still wasn’t right. Plenty of young boys were hip on ASU, but barely any girls, which would have sufficed if ASU were run by priests like at Notre Dame (or if that pesky women’s liberation front had never hap‐ pened*). Thus, Scooter was born as a life partner and viable option to dupe young girls into the ASU atmosphere. For a while, things went swimmingly at ASU – there were plenty of new faces on campus, the sports teams still had team members alive at the end of the games, and there was much fornica‐ tion. Then came the 1960’s, a time of dramatic change, a time of peace, love, political unrest, and drugs all across the nation. Dark days lay ahead for the fathers of ASU. It was during this time, that Tuffy, the
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Quote of the “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” —Benjamin Franklin Week
The Beer Time Beer: one of life’s greatest things. Everyone may marvel at modern medicine and space travel but booze is one of the few things that has lasted us though the ages since the dawn of man. I mean come on it makes you fill great and the ladies look even prettier than they are ready are. Let’s face it booze is great, in fact it is so great that the Germans thought of this creato: “Drink beer to kill the weaker brain cells so that the stronger ones would work h a r d e r a n d mo r e e f f i cient.” Drink your heart out cause booze makes the world go round in a somewhat circle. Drink to enjoy the flavor, to get over a women, to get the courage to talk to a women, to stand in line at midnight for the release of Halo ODST, drink to get drunk. Do it legally though because if not you go to jail where guys named Bubba will be your new lover. I mean this
cause Bubba don’t buy you flowers or dinner afterwards. He just leaves, jerk. So enjoy your inebriating drinks within the bonds of the law, unless you are on my ship the “dirty whore” in which the crew is required to drink or face being locked up in the brig with fifty kittens in heat. That would actually suck so if you are in the presence of captain fuzzybeard drink till you get alcohol poisoning. Capt. FuzzyBeard NOTICE: THE RAMDICULOUS PAGE DOES NOT CONDONE DRINKING ALCHOL, ESPECIALLY ON CAMPUS AND MINORS SHOULD NOT DRINK ALCOHOL UNLESS WITH THEIR PARENT OR GUARDIAN OR WHERE OTHERWISE PERMITTED, THIS APPLIES TO ALL
Obama Files Well, this week is our beer issue, so I thought it fitting to discuss President Obama’s taste in beer. In one blog I looked at, they were discussing what beer would be served for Officer Crowley, Profes‐ sor Gates, and the President. It pointed out that Officer Crowley’s favorite was Blue Moon (very good choice, sir) and that Professor Gates’ favorite was Red Stripe (yet another winner), so what is our President’s favorite beer? Well, according to Wiki Answers, which is by all accounts the most reliable source on the internet, his favorite beer is Bud Light. Are you freaking kidding me? Bud Light? Don’t get me wrong, bud light is ok, especially when you’re looking for some‐ thing cheap but not well… Keystone, but come on! He can afford good beer; he’s rich! And if he’s trying to make himself sound like a good American drinking a good American beer, well swing and a miss Mr. Presi‐ dent. Anheuser Busch was bought out by InBev SA, a Belgian com‐ pany, last year. So does our Presi‐ dent really have bad taste in beer? Or does he just not drink beer, so he doesn’t know any better? Either way, I am very disappointed.
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affable mascot became interested in drugs, dropping acid and taking marijuana tablets, and sleeping with boys**. This did not sit well with the university elders who told Tuffy that if he did not change his ways, there would be swift repercus‐ sions. Tuffy refused, and the elders did the only thing they could – they reimaged ASU’s logo and had Tuffy
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snuffed out by the replacement The university elders decided mascot, Roscoe, who in that because of the new mascot, those days was a and a generous do‐ high ranking nation from an made man for unnamed bene‐ the Gotti fam‐ factor, we pre‐ ily. Scooter sume it to be was worried she Satan, that the school would be next, needed to be revamped so she commit‐ and given a new ted suicide the logo. However, there next day in a would be much trepidation in basement surrounded by harlots this decision, many lives would be and Jerry Garcia. lost, and billions of dollars of embez‐
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T h e D ay o f B e e r
What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? I bet you would, cause you’re a jerk. But I can bet that there is at least one time that you would stay and listen to me ramble and warble in the most atrocious manner at the top of my lungs. And that, dear friends, would be if I, you, or both of us, were com‐ pletely and utterly smashed. Yep, you’d stick around then. And not just because I was the one bought all of the alcohol, you freeloading anus face. You’d stay because things are much funnier when you’re drunk. And what’s the fastest, cheapest, sometimes most disgusting because the next day you wake up and taste old shoes way to get drunk??....BEER!! Yes, beer ‐ that wonderful, magical elixir of the gods that makes the hot girl slutty and the ugly chick bearable. If you think about it, beer is probably the only true friend you have. It’s always been there for you, and always will be, unless we end up having another Prohibition Era. God it must have sucked to be alive in the 1920’s. But what is it about beer that always has us clamoring for more, more, more? How do you like it? How do you like it? More, more,
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zled and laundered money would be spent. That’s a story for another day. Tune in next week for our con‐ tinuation of this dark, remorseful story as we continue to examine ASU’s history that we may or may not have made up. ‐‐The Bear Jew
Too many under-agers Memory forgetter Class misser Overrated Over promoted Oder enhanced Busted partier GROSS!
more….Sorry, channeled Rachel Stevens for a minute. Beer, for all its downsides like causing public drunkenness, bike theft, and waking up to a severe head‐ ache next to a disturbingly large, pock‐ marked beached whale, is intrinsically and ethereally good. How can you go wrong with liquid bread in an alumi‐ num can? You just can’t, unless you’re drinking watered down horse piss like Natural Light, Coors Light, or Key‐ stone. With those three you should just beat your head against a wall for three hours, same effect. And while getting hammered on beer is fantastic, how many people neglect the other fantastic beers of the world just because they don’t want to step out of the comfort zone and be adventurous? Answer: too many. So, for you, the intrepid Ramdiculoholic, I submit to you a conglomeration of beers that you should try, along with the reasons for this. Granted, a fair few of these are hard to come by in San Angelo, or even the US, but well worth the wait if you can make trips to Europe. 1.S a m u e l Adam’s Oktoberfest – simply delicious. Fairly hoppy, but with a hint of Au‐ tumn brewed right in. If you like rich, full bodied beer, this is a must have. 2.Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy – an all around taste de‐ light. Light, lemony, and luscious. Best enjoyed with barbe‐ que, but is great all year round. Does smell like Pledge, but so what? 3.K o s t r i t z e r Schwarzbier – a trip
down malt lover’s lane. Thick, rich and dark with a clean finish. Nothing beats a dark German beer….nothing. 4.Greene King IPA – aged 1 year before bottling, it has a hoppy taste with slightly bitter finish. That’s what makes it great though. And it compli‐ ments Mexican food very well, big plus in Texas. 5.Shiner Commemorator – very dark, hoppy taste. Finishes with a chocolate malt taste that twinges the nose a bit. Probably my favorite beer in the world. I would continue, but I would sound like a huge alcoholic since I have tasted, and enjoyed, somewhere around 80 different beers in this lifetime (and 123 in my previous life). Though, if you ever need a helping hand at discovering the nuance, subtlety, and complexity of a new beer to enjoy, you know where to find me. Prosit! —Samuel Clemens
-Joan of Arc
Poetry Time Beer is yummy, beer is good Beer tastes how a beverage should Lagers, ales and porters too Beer just makes me go WOOHOO!
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Hello to all. In today’s issue of the Ramdiculous page I was told to talk about beer. Beer is crazy for all those who drink it. If you are at party and you see someone passed out on the couch, it is highly encouraged that you draw funny shit on their face. It’s not funny for them, but it is hilarious to those watching around them. IF you are remotely attempted to draw on their face, there may be a consequence from the police. They will most likely give you a big long speech on how its drinking is wrong and you shouldn’t drink and drive. Drinking and driving is very dangerous and you can cause injuries to drunken people walking down the street. This article is meant to be a little humorous but it is not meant to be taken seriously. So please don’t go around telling your friends and parents that Krazy Kendra said it was ok to draw on a drunken person’s face. If you do happen to draw on someone, you better watch your back because when you get drunk someone is going to draw on your face. Or even worse someone might place another drunken person next to you and make both of you puppets. Then next thing you won’t realize is that someone videotaped the whole thing and it is now posted on YouTube the next morning. Won’t you be the talk of the school when class begins the next day? Also as a fair warning, always have a desig-
nated driver among you. That is unless the designated driver decides the want to get totally wasted and leaves you behind. Then you should always have a fair backup plan. The best idea would be to play rock, paper, and scissors to see who has to be the designated driver. If you are the designated driver, please don’t drink because you have to be the one that videotapes the whole thing and posts it on YouTube. This example shows to never mess with the designated driver because they may but you on blast in front of your class the next day. Also be well aware of the nerds. If you mess with them, they will seek revenge on you. You all say the movie Revenge of the Nerds at least once in your life right? That movie is 100% true by the way. That is all for me, it Krazy Kendra signing out.
A Letter from a Lover Dear Beer, I’m not real good at express‐ ing my feelings, but at this point in our relationship, I think it’s time that I sit down and thanked you for everything you’ve done for me. First, I’d like to thank you for making the ladies at the bar more attractive looking, which in turn boosts my self esteem and allows me to think more highly of myself than I already do. Thanks for making puzzles the slightest bit exciting, and walk‐ ing almost impossible. Thank you for helping me get a good night sleep, even though by good night sleep I mean a rough morn‐ ing curled up around the toilet during my first three midterms. Thank you for helping me be‐ lieve that I was a good juggler, while juggling apples in the Wal‐ Mart produce section at 3 in the morning. I am, however, a little disappointed that the security
guard didn’t find it quite as en‐ tertaining as I did. Thank you for making school both hard to go to and a couple of times hard to spell. Thank you for the head‐ aches that no amount of Tylenol can cure, the memories that others have of me and the bumps and bruises that I cannot recall. Thanks for making What‐ A‐Burger taste so much more amazing than it usually does. I can’t thank you enough for help‐ ing me find a place to give me money too and allowing me to get even closer with the San Angelo Police Department than I was before. I know you’re busy with everything, but I was hoping that maybe we could get together this weekend. You could bring your friends if you’d like. Love, Alvin Shabaz Jenkins
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Claire is an interesting person to say the least. She has a way of making you scratch your head and go “hmm…” with a lot of the things she does. That’s not all there is to her though. Claire is also an excellent volleyball player and a first class Pac Man player. You should see her; she tears those weird little monsters up! She is also the younger sister of Seth Chomout, so the fact that she turned out as well as she did (you know with out severe emotional trauma) is quite remarkable and really speaks to her character. Basically Claire is awesome, and those of you who don’t know her… well you’re probably just fine.
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Ways to drink beer
Hanzel and Lumpkin recount encounters with strange acquaintances. By Allan Hanzel and Roy Lumpkin Disclaimer: If only this wasn’t true….
By: Sandy Arbor
If Tom (the creator of Myspace) and the Facebook guys got together for a beer which ends up being a drinking match and started randomly singing Lindsay Lohan and Boys 2 Men songs
Hanzel: Our night began innocently enough as we pulled from the Robert Massie parking lot, off on a grand so‐ journ to procure some good eats, set‐ ting out due to the fact that the caf closes early on Sundays. Yeah, great f****** job, ASU staff. Lumpkin: There we were, heading west into the setting sun like our for‐ bearers did all those years ago in their own white Ford Ranger covered Wag‐ ons; souls ablaze with manifest destiny and gullets screaming for the slaughter of many a cow. Hanzel: After thirty minutes riding the loop‐ Lumpkin: Which, yes, sounds very kinky. Hanzel: ‐we came to three distinct conclusions. One, the radio is almost one hundred percent certain that if you liked it you should have put a ring on it. Lumpkin: Two, whichever mayor promised a chicken in every pot and a ceramic sheep on every corner did his job right. Hanzel: And three, although the inter‐ net swears by all the powers that be there is a Popeye’s in San Angelo, Mapquest once again has done us a great wrong. Lumpkin: Should’ve went Google maps. Damn our skewed loyalties! So finally we pulled into a shopping cen‐ ter and decided most expediently to sup on the cuisine of either Chick Fillet or the oh so scrumptious Wendy’s. Hanzel: So it was decided that we would ride the waves of fate in the same manner as the late, great, fic‐ tional Harvey Dent, letting a coin sail through the air to decide for us. Lumpkin: The dire spirits of chance
that day decided to err on the side of the Fillet. The spirits of ‘Closed for Renovation’ had other ideas though. Hanzel: “All praise be to Dave Thomas, founder of flavor!” And so we skipped like the merriest of men into the doors of the aforementioned Wendy’s. Lumpkin: We stepped into line and that’s when we first laid eyes on her, the mysterious, mammoth, man‐ handed curious stranger. Hanzel: I couldn’t take my eyes from her meaty hairy knuckled paws that she was then waving in the face of the bright‐eyed, naive cashier. Man Hands: “Look, let me say this again. I want a number 5 and I want it as difficult as possible.” Cashier: “Come again ma’am.” Man Hands: “I want the pickles inside the beef. Not on. Not in. You’re going to slice the patty open and insert the pickles. Then I need to swap out my drink for a small milkshake, but I’m lactose intolerant and unless you want me crapping violently on your floor mid‐meal then you’ll cut out the dairy part of the that shake and replace it with your chili. None of this machine made sludge either. Hand stirred.” Hanzel: “There is a bear yelling at that cashier.” Lumpkin: “No, bears don’t wear muu‐ muus.” Man Hands:“Now for my fries I want onions instead. Not onion rings. Fried onion sticks. Are you getting all this or am I going to have to report your in‐ competency to your manager?” Lumpkin: We stood, mouths agape in abject terror at the monstrous female, a burning sense of pity for the poor employee. Hanzel was continuously jabbing me with an elbow, speaking
with less caution than the situation warranted. Hanzel: “Dude! Man hands! Are you seeing this shit!? Mine don’t even look like that.” Lumpkin: “Shut up! She is right there! Three feet man! Keep your damn voice down!” Hanzel: “Screw you! She’s got little forests on her knuckles. Aw sick! She has a wedding ring! You think she has the gall the touch people with those.” Lumpkin: “Do I need to take you out of here? You are a God awful excuse for a human. Shush!” Hanzel: ”No! Can you imagine those things caressing a child! Prison, she deserves prison!” Lumpkin: Thankfully the lumbering behemoth remained ignorant to our presence as she continued to berate the cashier who was now wiping copi‐ ous amounts of sweat from his brow. Hanzel: We both crossed ourselves and said a silent prayer for the young lad as he franticly swept his fingers over the touchpad, entering an order so grotesque not even a mother could love it. Lumpkin: She then glared back at us for a long moment, those spite filled eyes seemingly studying us with a feral muumuu hunger. Hanzel: She stood aside at long last and we placed our orders in shame, walking back to take our seats at a booth, giving a final curious glance back to the cruelly shaped marvel, still waiting on her meal. Lumpkin: “Wait dude. Isn’t that your English TA?” Hanzel: “I hope not.”
10. Dixie Cup 9. Bat 8. Beer Bong 7. Upside down 6. With your pants off 5. Off your girlfriend’s stomach 4. With a straw 3. At the Alumni Center during Ram Jam 2. For breakfast 1. Out of Das Boot
Who’s This? Jump online to The Incredible Question tell us who this What is your favorite kind of Beer? is… Jayton Bryan VanPelt the kind in my hand
Last Weeks Correct Submissions It is Jak Thank you, Sarah Sanchez and Katherine Crilley
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Ally McKinney Beer of the root Kelly Gee Yuengling Lager from the Northeast.
Jeff Harris Free Jenn Doran Prichard My favorite beer is a margarita.
Fish out of water Am I the only one that visualizes the literal meaning of what people say? For instance, let's say a colleague of mine happened to remark that she was feeling like a "fish out of water." If i heard that, I would automatically envision her flopping around on a desolate dock, trying her hardest to get a gasp of fresh air. Think about someone literally falling in love. What type of disgusting tub of goo would this love substance be? I think it would be comparable to purple pudding. Imagine making a mountain out of molehills. I can see the look on all of those moles' faces when they get their hills taken for some experimental mountain-building escapade. They would be pissed off little rodents that would probably seek some form of revenge. If I were you, I would be very weary of the path of a rodent's wrath. I wonder if anyone has every frozen their feet in blocks of ice, just to be able to use the excuse that they couldn't make an event because they got cold feet. I have, unfortunately spilled the beans on several occasions. Literally.. Lots and lots of beans. A gargantuan array of beans scattered askew. It was a monumental day.
I worry about the nut job that hears things through the grapevine. Since wine is made from grapes, I wonder if it would be safe to assume that people that hear something "through the grapevine" were simply three sheets to the wind at the time. Three sheets to the wind? Where did that saying even come from? I picture three sheets of toilet tissue fluttering haphazardly through a windy monsoon. Everyone really should challenge themselves to think literally about the ridiculous things that people say these days. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it will make a boring conversation go by with a lot more amusement. And if it doesn't, then you're back to square one. Bummer. I'll see you on the flip side! Pseudo Nim *to save yourself from embarrassment, don't take the term "I'll see you on the flip side" literally. If you flip over this piece of paper, I WILL NOT be there to see you.
Movie Times CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS - 2D 3:15 5:45 8:15 10:45
THE INFORMANT! 2:05 4:55 7:45 10:35 9 - CinéArts 3:10 5:30 7:50 10:15
FINAL DESTINATION: DEATH TRIP - 2D 7:40 10:10 JENNIFER'S BODY 2:30 5:15 8:00 10:40
LOVE HAPPENS 1:35 4:25 7:15 10:05
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VFW Day (Thank a vet, not the pet kind)
Sunday Ancestor Appreciation Day (Old people fart, and don’t even care, lucky!)
National Women’s Health and Fitness Day
Thursday World Vegetarian Day (have YOU ever seen a healthy vegetarian?)
Monday Yom Kippur (Hey Jews, NO EATING)
INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS 3:55 7:55 THE TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE 1:20 7:10
BLAME IT ON THE AH-AH AH-AH AH-AL-CO-HOL Ah yes, beer. There comes a time in every young man/woman’s life that he or she delves into the fun and exciting adventures of alcohol. For some their experiences are new and fun, while others get drunk entirely too quickly and make an ass out of themselves by getting sick all over your driveway (not naming names, cough person whose name starts with a J cough). The bottom line is that almost everyone has a story to tell you if you give them the time of day, and when I was told our format for this week was beer I threw up my arms in glory to the sky fully knowing that I had one (if not several) of these hum-dingers. I was not like most kids at my high school. Alcohol and drinking underage did not appeal to me, namely because a scholarship was the only hope for me to get into college. So not only was my head always buried in a book, but I had to make sure I didn’t get into any trouble that would keep me from getting said scholarship. I also wanted to be able to drink legally and not have it lose its appeal as it likely would for many of my classmates once they turned 21. So with that background in mine, let’s fast forward to my story! Before I moved to where I live now, I use to live in a fancy shmancy upscale neighborhood where all the houses looked the same. At the top of this neighborhood are a bunch of much larger houses that belong to doctors, lawyers, etc. My best friend in the whole world just happens to live there. Often times I would go over to his house and we would drink and play video games, although the first couple of times more drinking than video games ensued. Even though he was not old enough to drink, his parents were home so it was legal. Anyways, one day we decide we are out of alcohol and that we should make a trip to Wally World and purchase some more. My friend was completely out of cash so I used a gift card that I won in a poker tournament at school and bought the beer. My
friend pointed out what he wanted and left out of the store way ahead of me and was standing in a row of cars next to his. On my way out I am immediately flagged down by a security guy from the store. I know he is a security guy because this is the same guy who wanted to check a trash can that my mom and I bought to make sure we didn’t stick anything in it to try and sneak out of the store when we moved. Anyways, he is walking up behind me full speed and quickening a little bit saying “Hey! Hey you!”. The first thought that ran through my head was one full of expletives and something I definitely cannot repeat. I immediately thought my life and future was over and I would be going to jail. If you have ever seen Ocean’s Eleven then you would know what I mean. I turn around and look at him, bag of beer in tow, and ask him what was up. Thank goodness he just had my ID I left on the counter and was chasing me down to give it back to me. My friend saw the whole thing go down and immediately laughed and continued to laugh all the way back home, and looking back on it now it was quite funny. The only reason that I was so nervous is because Wally World happens to be huge sticklers when it comes to purchasing for minors. I know this because one day I was with my very own MOTHER who bought a single bottle of beer and they carded me because apparently I looked a little “young”. My friend constantly needles me about this to this day. Anyways, here is a list of fun things to do while drinking beer, and a not so fun list of things to do while drinking beer: Do Don’t Do Strip Poker Real Poker Rock Band Calculus Homework Video Games Explore houses under construction Nature Walks Communicate Write artiklez Facebook, MyspaceListen to classical music Cry like a ninnyboy
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