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Weird Al's
Stupid Club* -
Weird Al's Stupid Group** An Experiment in Artificial Stupidity--We also feature GENUINE Stupididdy *The Original and still the WORST! **New and Improved! Now with more downy softness! |
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Members
8000 posts Basic Shopping List for Al Fans
Cartunedude at King’s Island Concert
Drums are BAD.
| A little background: I found a story of a "Mufti"
who "Fatwa'ed" Pokemon because it represented the devil or whatever
Islamic folks don't care for. I thought, "Gee! That's a stupid thing! I
shall become "Mufti" of Stupid Club."
It seemed like a good silly idea at the time. Then, Megan wrote this story. I love it! (What an EGO!!!) I know I've been included in other fan fic, but I think this is the first time I was the star! (Ooo! What a GIGANTIC EGO!!!) I'm truly flattered! And, I honestly think it's a cute story.--Betsy, Mufti of Stupid. (Don't make me fatwa you! You MUST read this! Mua we he he ha ha!) Stupid Wars IV: A New JokeMegan LynneBetsy banged on her computer monitor. Silently cursing Yahoo! Clubs and all related subsidiaries, she tried to post again. The error message flashed on her screen yet again. "And I'm the FOUNDER! Sheesh" She sighed and got up from her chair, wandering around the room. She heard the doorbell ring. Stopping only to give His Royal Majesty the cockaTiel a pat on the head, she hurried to the door, grimacing at the love nibble HRM had decided to give her finger. She opened the door to reveal two men in black business suits. "Excuse me. You're Betsy Manning?" The memories associated with those words made her lose the power of speech for a moment. She nodded dumbly. "My name is Luigi, and this is my brother Mario. Might we come in?" They barged past her without waiting for an answer. Protesting their unwanted entry, she followed them into the room where the computer was still flashing error messages. "I didn't say you could come in!" Ignoring her, one of the men ran his hand along the monitor lovingly. "Hey! Knock it off and get out of here!" The men nodded at each other. "Nice club you have set up here. So friendly" "Such a nice community" "So nice that you can talk about your Al Yankovitch" "Yankovic!" came a voice from around the corner. Into the room stepped Megan, here on one of her visits from Iowa, holding a can of Pepsi in one hand and a Tiel treat in the other. "Found them, Betsy...um...hello." She dropped the Tiel treat on a nearby table and dusted her hand off. "Friends of yours, Bets?" Betsy shook her head. The men continued talking. "Such a shame if this club was to break down" "Have a few glitches" "Crash a few times" "Delete messages" A snort of laughter was heard from the corner Megan was inhabiting. "Yes?" snapped the first man-Luigi. "Um, have you guys TRIED to get into Stupid lately?" Betsy joined in with "I'm the founder, and it won't even let ME in!" The men ignored the statements of truth. "So if you were to pay us a small sum of, oh, I don't know." "Twenty-seven dollars a week" "We might consider keeping Yahoo! glitch-free for you." Megan set her Pepsi down on the floor and faced the men, hands on hips. "So, if she pays you 27 bucks a week, you'll fix Yahoo?" The men looked at each other skeptically, then back at Megan. "No, we said we'd keep it glitch free, not fix it." Betsy rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, fellas-just leave, okay? I'm not paying you 27 bucks to keep Yahoo like it is-its not even glitch free to begin with!" The men sauntered around the room, casually blocking both of the exits before anyone realized. "Pay us, and we'll leave for a week-and you can continue discussing your precious little scrawny dorky Yankovitch polka-boy with no more interference from us." Now Betsy was really annoyed. She'd tried to be patient with these very rude men who had barged into her home and interrupted her quest (albeit a pointless one) to try and read posts, but this was the last straw. She reached over to her computer chair and grabbed her favorite Hawaiian shirt that had been draped on the back. She buttoned it slowly, top to bottom. Megan looked at the anger building on Betsy's face, grabbed HRM-who promptly nipped her- and dove under a table, tucking him away into safety. As Betsy buttoned the last button, she began to shine with a peculiar multicolored light. She stood up on the chair and pointed at the men. Mario looked at Luigi nervously. "Hey, um, maybe we should go-" "No. We stay until we get paid." Mario glanced back at Betsy, who was beginning to swell up in anger. "Um, listen, Bitsy? Um, I'm a real big fan of the Yankovitch guy. I've got all his CD's...um," he began to sing off key, nervously, "What if God smoked cannibisuh" Betsy was Betsy no longer. She towered above the frightened extortionists. Her Hawaiian shirt had grown into a robe, and her red hair stood on end. Pointing a fearsome multicolored fingernail at the two, she bellowed "I am MUFTI! NO ONE disses Al in MY PRESENCE! And that is NOT an AL SONG!" She suddenly shot her hands up to the ceiling and howled "COME TO ME, TRUE AL FANS!" With a mighty BOOM! the room filled with every single Stupid club member it could hold. "What's going on?" The room resounded with questions. "SILENCE" Mufti boomed. The room fell into the sort of hush you get only at the end of a really good play, or when you say something unintentionally loudly that no one else should hear. Megan clambered out from under the table and tossed the Tiel treat under to the angered Tiel, hands a bit torn up from the mighty beak of HRM. Mufti spoke. "They-" here she pointed to Mario and Luigi- "They DARE to call Al SCRAWNY! And DORKY!" All heads slowly turned to face the two hapless men, now cowering in a corner of their own. "Um we'll just be, ah, going now.." stammered Luigi. "NO!" Mufti held her palm out at them, as if she was about to burst into "Stop! In the name of love". Mario and Luigi quivered like watery lime cafeteria Jell-O. "I FATWA YOU!" she cried, and the two fell to their knees as the sound of a crazed accordion ripped through the room. A swirl of colored light formed around the two helpless extortionists, and solidified into a giant cage. "Hey!" Luigi scrabbled at the opening to the cage. "Why'd you put us in a hamster cage?" Then, realizing that Mufti was still standing on the chair glaring at him, he sat down rather quickly. "It's fine with me. Peachy keen. Dandy. I'll just sit over here, shall I?" and he dove for a corner, huddling behind a whimpering Mario. Mufti looked around at the room packed with Stupid members. She smiled, and undid the bottom button of her shirt. She shrank slowly back down into the Betsy we all know and love. She undid the rest of her buttons, and placed the shirt back on the back of the chair. She looked around at the silent room, and cried out "Who's ready for a STUPID CON!" The room filled with cheers as Betsy smiled even wider and put Running with Scissors on the stereo in the corner. And so the night passed-people met again for the first time, Al blasted merrily in the corners, (some of the gals had a bit too much fun when they raided Betsy's fruit bowl and found bananas, which they held triumphantly aloft as they raced through the house) and Mario and Luigi huddled together in their giant hamster cage, listening to polka medleys and slowly becoming true Al fans. But what of Mufti? you ask, looking at the Hawaiian shirt still draped over the back of the chair. How did Mufti come about? Who is Mufti? What ever happened to Luigi and Mario? Ah, that's another story for another time.
Hope ya liked it! Megan *Stupidity is my muse...* Loved it! Wait'll ya see what happens when I use the Al Jester's Scepter that I stole from the Royal Jester in the Realm of Rock!--Betsy |
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The Nadir and the Zenith of Stupid. Stupid
is as Stupid does. Quasar Stupid! Copyright 2001 Betsy Manning. Copyrights for contributions revert to the
authors.
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