England Regrets Moving Wimbledon to Edge of Black Hole

isnermahut.jpgDEEPEST UNCHARTED RECESSES OF THE UNIVERSE (AP) –The All England Tennis and Croquet Club, sponsors of the annual Wimbledon Championships, admitted today it had “made a grave miscalculation” when it agreed to play some of the tournament’s matches near in close proximity to a black hole.

“We initially believed such a move would highlight British ingenuity and resourcefulness,” said All England spokesman Trevor Hardwick, “but it seems we didn’t take into account the unfathomable physical forces we’d have to contend with.”

Hardwick blamed the black hole for the seemingly interminable length of the match between John Isner and Nicolas Mahut.

“From what I’ve been told for those who witnessed it in person, the Isner-Mahut match was actually a quick one. But the nearby black hole is so insanely dense, it warps the fabric of time itself relative to outside observers. So to us, it appeared to take a staggering three days and 980 points to complete. Also, by the time they return to earth, 10,000 years will have passed.”

The unique conditions were also blamed for a near-upset, when Rafael Nadal fell behind two sets to none in a first round match. Nadal was ultimately spared when his opponent, Robin Haase, fell beyond the event horizon and was ultimately crushed into an infinitely small, infinitely dense point.

Dear Leader Powers North Korea to Glorious World Cup Victory!

kimjongil.jpgKOREAN CENTRAL NEWS AGENCY, PYONGYANG — The Democratic People’s Republic of Korea remains undefeated in the 2010 World Cup, thanks to our Dear Leader, President Kim Jong Il, who scored all the goals in a 16-0 rout of Portugal on Monday!

Another blow was struck against the puppets of Western capitalism as the Supreme Leader beloved by all peoples of the world sliced and diced his way through a porous Portuguese defense during the match at Green Point Stadium in Cape Town, South Africa.

Powered by the principles of the Juche Idea, Dear Leader remained the embodiment of North Korean self reliance as he scored in a variety of stunning ways, each more fantastic than the last. President Kim Jong Il netted goals on headers, bicycle kicks, penalty shots, and corners. His power was so undefatigable, he even induced the opposing goalie to throw the ball into his own net, by the sheer force of his pure will!

Death to the fascist American jackals!

Cristiano Ronaldo, crowned one of the so-called “world’s best players” (a mantle bestowed upon him by imperialist lackey dogs in order to enslave him with the trappings of fame and material success), pronounced himself “utterly defeated” by the self-reliance and power displayed by Supreme Leader Kim Jong Il. “If I was not caught up in the chains of free market capitalism, I would surely dedicate my life to this god among men,” Ronaldo told the press.

Inspired by his performance, the crowd broke into spontaneous choruses of beloved workers’ tunes such as “We Shall Hold Bayonets More Firmly” and “Our Dear General Contracts Space Using Magic”. They may soon have more joyous songs to sing, for our Dear Leader’s exploits shall be immortalized by a newly commissioned work by the Sea of Blood Opera Company.

Let’s not forget the blood-drenched hatred!

Kim Jong Il dedicated his victory to the workers of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, and once again affirmed that all his power flows from the endless fount of Eternal Leader Kim Il Sung, our shining beacon now and forever! This defeat of another smug Western power is the greatest since Dear Leader crushed the Brazilians 12-0 last Tuesday.

In celebration, Dear Leader has decreed one extra ounce of rice rations for the lunchtime meal to be consumed between 12:00 and 12:12 next Wednesday. Those who fail to partake in this generous bounty shall be declared enemies of the state.

Joe Barton’s Endless Love

joebarton.jpgFirst of all, Mr. Heyward, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for gracing us with your presence here in Congress today. I realize your schedule would be busy under normal circumstances, being the CEO of a huge, awesome oil company and all. But I can’t imagine what it must be like for you now as the media relentlessly hammers you day in and day out. So again, thank you so much for taking the time to answer our piddling little questions today.

Second, I want to apologize for the president’s actions. He has absolutely no right to demand that you clean up this mess. After all the fine, thankless work you do day in and day out, you do not deserve to be bullied by someone who was only technically elected leader of the free world.

Believe me, Mr. Hayward, if it was up to me, it would be the American people who would repay BP. After all, American waters destroyed your gorgeous oil rig. And American seagulls and cranes are now polluting your precious crude with their dirty feathers. If I had my way, all these large bodies of water and sea creatures would be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

Mr. Hayward, I sit here in utter admiration of you. You carry a burden none of us can possibly understand. Not since Job has a man endured such unwarranted persecution. You are a tower of strength, a shining beacon, and a wondrous example of what the human spirit can withstand. I can honestly say I’ve never met any man who could measure up to you, and I doubt I ever will.

Mr. Hayward, I want to kiss you. Gentle pecks at first, then deep, probing kisses that seem to last forever. I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone, and I am not afraid. The heart wants what it wants, and it is no liar.

Mr. Hayward, I want you to know that you can have your way with me, in the manner of your choosing. Whatever you ask for, it shall be yours. I am your slave. If you wanted to urinate directly into my mouth, I would gladly open it to receive your pee. If you wanted to defecate onto my chest, I’d remove my shirt immediately.

I would do all of this and more. I want you to understand that. That’s how strong my love is.

I know that my fellow Republicans will pressure me to retract my apology, and I will do so because I’ve always been a good soldier. That is my earthly duty. But my heavenly duty is to love you.

Mr. Hayward, I see you rising to leave. I beg of you, do not despair. You must endure, for all of us. STAY ALIVE! NO MATTER WHAT OCCURS, I WILL FIND YOU!

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