Your life is full of tests: science, math, your mom adding you on Snapchat. But this. This is a test from us the, Pittiful News. Read at your own risk because much like the SAT’s, this test determines your worth as a person. Fare thee well, and let the aforementioned examination commence.
By Phil Forrence
As her manager berated her for not being pretty enough to work the register, Tiffany Albright realized that fewer and fewer patrons had been visiting the once frequented venue. Forbes Gyro’s traditional customer base, nightly-sauced-frat-bros and daily-Chipotle-line-spillover, had dwindled over the previous few months. With the economy in the toilet and Forbes Gyro’s recent gruesome streak of clogged toilets, she concluded that if the difficult-to-pronounce restaurant was going to survive, it needed a new business angle and she would provide it.
“Hello this is Forbes Gyro, where our cheese expires before you do!” The new phone greetings show how they are creating this angle. “Hello this is Forbes Gyro, home of the repeat customer, hopefully!” Each patron is offered 15 seconds free on the new Forbes Gyro Suicide Hotline with the purchase of any entrée. The Hotline charges $3.00 a minute or $7.00 for every two minutes to help recent patrons off the ledge. The results have been astounding.
“The suicide hotline has saved my business,” raves Mario Mocha, owner of the “Greek” establishment. “My profits have spiked to positive numbers. Sometimes we get multiple calls from one person per night.” He continues, “They originally call to order food, but once they’ve tried our signature sauce made with ingredient they can’t help but call back later for our other services.”
Tiffany sees this as a big step in her career. “Even though I came up with this business-saving idea, my boss still won’t stop treating me like a second class human.” She builds, “The gyro won’t always be here, ya know? Something might happen to it.” The lights dim. “One day an employee might forget to turn off the burners and there might be a spark due to an electrical malfunction she caused and what-do-ya-know the almighty Forbes Gyro is bursting into glorious grease-fueled-flames. Then he’ll see. Then they’ll ALL SEE.”
Forbes Gyro has sailed through the month of September and looks to add on its success next quarter when they introduce their new line of sex toys. “You’ve tried us in one hole, now why not another? Forbes Gyro!”
By Milo Davis
PITTSBURGH, PA—It’s quite apparent that Pitt makes it a point to provide its students with a wealth of fun activities and amenities to help engage new students and to help them make the transition from living at home to dorm life. Unfortunately, the majority of these luxuries are only provided to a select few living in Nordenberg, whilst other freshman dorms are left out.
A few weeks ago, a group of freshmen living in Tower A decided to take the already first-rate experience of living in Towers to new heights by filling an inflatable pool with water in their hallway in front of the elevators. One of the students involved was quoted as saying “Fuck you Nordenberg, do you have a pool? Cause we have a pool.”
Not to be outdone, a group of Tower B denizens responded by setting up their own pool on their floor, complete with beach sand, a volleyball net, and even a bonfire. Even though it was BYOB, the resulting beach party was an epic event with great music and s’mores. When asked what inspired them to throw such a rager in Towers, Ethan Tomlinson of Tower B stated “We weren’t really aiming to one up Tower A, we just wanted to show that we’re better than Nordenberg, because fuck them.”
The RAs were none too pleased about these negligent and potentially destructive antics, but all of them agreed to let it pass because “At least it’s better than anything those assholes over in Nordenberg have, seriously fuck those guys”.
Proposed future recreations to show up Nordenberg include the installation of a motorbike circuit, an ice skating rink, and a disco dancefloor.
Dippy has expressed excitement regarding this wardrobe upgrade. When asked about the new program, she responded, “RAAAAA WAAAA TRAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA.” Louisa Tremont, Carnegie Museum’s resident diplodocus translator, deciphered these utterances as, “Finally, somebody noticed that I’m not an uncultured swine. Logos of the Steelers and local colleges are so boring. I want more. I want Dior, Chanel, Jimmy Choo, Bioré, Camembert, Eau de Toilette, Dijon Mustard. Get me Elizabeth James, that character in The Parent Trap (1998) who designs wedding dresses.” After returning from Dinosaur Fashion Week, the interns will report back to Dippy with drawings of outfits before getting to work on cutting and stitching their material. Dippy will have the final say in what she wears and is not afraid to use her veto power. Applications are now open for the spring internship. Qualified applicants should have a strong sense of current fashion trends, written and oral communication skills, as well as a working knowledge of Microsoft Office, QuickBooks, and Kid Pix Deluxe 3. Applicants who have a taste for sardines are preferred. Must be able to use a ladder. Interns will be compensated in library cards that work at all of the 19 branches of the Carnegie Library. Those who are interested in applying should send their résumés to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Due to this once-in-an-undergraduate-career of a remolding that not only finished, but did not instill a deep resentment for the use of funds, and an even deeper nostalgia for something changing that did not need to be fixed, The Pittiful News has made the following offer at its recent press conference: “Pittsburgh University has received two passes on whatever screw-ups it has planned for this year. Or is that screws-up? Screws-ups? Irregardless, we implore P.U. not to blow them on renovating Gallagator’s Lizard Den or a building a luxury falcon nest on top of Cathy. They could, however, use them on something important such as excusing the actions of That Creepy 10A Bus Driver or lacking accommodations for transgender students. Let us know when you’ve done goofed and we’ll do our best to remember the impeccable job on David Lawrence Hall. Go Forest Cats!”
By Will Connor
PITTSBURGH, PA – Squirrel Hill resident Don Cronim’s habit of creating acronyms for insignificant parts of life is beginning to really bother his neighbors. Although he claims to be a very friendly his neighbors attest, “It’s just impossible to understand him anymore. When he comes up to you and says ‘HYDG?’ you just have no idea what he’s trying to say.” Some of them are genuinely concerned for his well being. Another resident says that she is “very worried about his mental health” and “doesn’t think he won’t be able to get a job to sustain himself.”
Don’s reaction to these comments is one of genuine concern. “I JWS that I like their outfit, or tell them how much I LTBW!” he told The Pittiful News. “But when TDU what you wanna say, you feel like a WUHB and just DSTP.”
Don started using acronyms in high school, where he was able to carve out a niche for himself as being “hip” and “ahead of the game.” He continued to use them in college, proving to be quite a character in his fraternity (which he called “a perfect fit because of the natural acronym”). Unfortunately for him, acronyms never caught on, but he couldn’t bring himself to quit his habit. “Acronyms CTMN and I CNSU them,” he says. Now 32 years old, Don has trouble making connections due to his frequent use of acronyms. “IARS,” he sighs.
At press time, Don was reportedly TSMT by going to the nearest Italian restaurant for a quiet dinner before WLOTV.
By Grant Wicklem
BOWMAN, SC – A rural South Carolina town has reportedly arrested twelve-year-old Abdul-Kareem Mohammad after a disastrous science fair outing.
Mohammad was detained after school authorities deemed his model volcano to be suspicious.
Upon inspection, a white, powder-like substance was discovered, initially thought to be some sort of explosive or crack-cocaine. It was later determined to be baking soda, one of the reactants, along with vinegar, in a typical model volcano.
“It appeared to be a sort of terroristic device, possibly used to melt the school,” said one unnamed school official. “In the moment, we had to act and we had to act quickly.”
And that they did. In mere minutes, the school was surrounded by the local police department, Bomb Squad, and National Guard. Mohammad was promptly handcuffed and whisked away from a crowd of shocked parents and students.
“It’s sickening to think we were that close to an attempted act of terror,” said one concerned mother. “When will we stop having to live in constant fear of Islamic terror?”
But the minor disruption did not spoil the rest of the evening. The science fair continued and a winner was eventually declared. Sixth grader Chad Smith took home the blue ribbon for his resourceful enhancements upon the classic Red Ryder BB Gun, allowing for better accuracy and increased firepower.
Mohammad was unavailable for comment.