Top 10 Alarming Facts about Mr. Met

10- Is able to speak, but is in the middle of a longstanding monastic vow of silence

9- Has permanent debilitating neck pain due to his giant baseball head

8- Only maintains his relationship with Mrs. Met for the sake of their three baseball-headed children

7- Contains the soul of another man deep within

6- Is constantly horrified as he watches the Mets hit tiny effigies of his head every home game

5- Mother was a human, father was a baseball, conception was awkward

4- Does not have a giant head, but comes from a long line of giants with proportional baseball heads and has a genetic deformity that gave him a relatively tiny body

3- Citi Field was built around him because they can’t fit his head through the gates

2- Is a member of the Flushing Crips

1- Was introduced in 1963 to make former Met Gil Hodges feel better about his big head, but backfired when Hodges took it as an insult and immediately retired

We at Hormel Foods Corp. Do Not Understand Why People Suddenly Hate SPAM

The following is an excerpt from the Annual Board Meeting at the Hormel Foods Corporation

Hello, fellow executives of the Hormel Foods Corporation. I’d like to congratulate you all on a record setting year! Very well founded fears of the apocalypse have really increased demand for our portfolio of shelf stable canned foods, and we have been able to keep up with this demand thanks to the agility, hard work and “can” do attitude that we have always exemplified here at Hormel Foods Corporation. A big thank you goes out to each and every one of you for your role in our success.

We aren’t just here to celebrate, though. We’ll get into our year end numbers in a minute, but there’s something I need to address first. While our increase in sales would suggest that public opinion of us must be very high, I’ve come across some troubling articles on the internet about one of our top selling canned foods. That’s right, I’m talking about SPAM. Our classic canned cooked pork product celebrated its 83rd birthday last year and continues to be our number one seller in canned goods, but it also appears to be one of our most controversial products. If you’ll turn your meeting books to page 15, you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about. Look at the headline of the article: 10 Ways to Protect Yourself From Spam. Do you understand what this means? People think our delicious, canned spiced ham product is dangerous and they need protection from it. Someone is clearly slandering us and spreading lies about the safety of our products. This could be another disinformation campaign from the jerky lobby. Or maybe it’s Big Tuna again? No, not Bill Parcells, the canned fish guys. Rodney, I need the market research team to look into this and see what kind of smear campaign the competition is running. It appears to be a complicated effort, it could be some sort of collaboration between a few groups. We’ve always taken the high road, but we know the kind of mudslinging tactics that the other guys will try. Especially the soup guys. We won’t get dragged into that nonsense, but we sure as hell need to know if they are bankrolling these lies.

Now, turn to page 16. Here’s a post on Reddit titled “How do I stop getting spam?” Are people really receiving our canned meat without their consent? How is this even possible? Are our sales numbers so good because some sort of forced distribution of our products? This is against everything that George Hormel stood for! Charles, I’d like you to form a task group to look into these unsolicited Spam rumors. I know, it sounds crazy, forcing Spam upon people without their consent, but we can’t take these accusations lightly. We need to respond, even if it’s just to show everyone that we take their concerns seriously.

The next 200 or so pages of your meeting book contain similar articles and internet posts. It’s hard to believe, but there were tens of thousands of such posts on the internet that I was able to find in just one evening. I know conspiracy theories are making a comeback, but these are usually at the fringes of society. These anti-SPAM theories seems to be gaining a lot of traction. Legitimate news outlets are picking these up. Hell, here’s one in the New York Times! Whoever is behind this thing clearly has a lot of connections. It might be hard to get this one back in the blue can, but we need to try.

While this is all worrisome, what I’m about to present is even more concerning. People are publishing online guides to “Fight Back Against Spammers”. Turn to page 230 in your meeting book and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about. The fact that they’ve come up with “Spammers” a derogatory nickname for the good people at Hormel Food Corporation is a red flag in and of itself. Mary, I’d like you to get the legal team looking into what protections we can offer ourselves against these hurtful terms. Is calling us Spammers hate speech? I know that food workers aren’t a protected group, but see what you can dig up, think outside of the can. I’m worried about the safety of our employees.

Back to the article in question, this and many guides like it are instructing people to give false information to “Spammers” on the phone. We’ve stopped taking phone orders of spam almost 50 years ago, how are these people getting our employees on the phone? Have we had some sort of security breach that released our employees’ personal contact information? I’d like to get IT looking into this. Honestly, aside from the people in this room, very few people at Hormel really even need phones. 95% of our employees are just using our time tested, proprietary methods of turning pork into a delicious, salty and immortal prism shape and safely preserving it in small can where it can last for years without succumbing to the laws of nature.

People are also complaining about an inordinate numbers spam e-mails, sometimes dozens a day. Articles are even saying that people are automatically redirecting our marketing e-mails to a folder called “Spam”, so they don’t need to read them. I’d like to cease all marketing e-mails at once and investigate why we are sending so many e-mails. Last year, we approved marketing’s recommendation to start sending quarterly e-mails to those who gave consent to receive Spam recipes and fun facts about Spam over the years. Somewhere along the way this message got lost, and our marketing efforts are clearly out of hand. This is the kind of snafu that can ruin our reputation as America’s favorite meat-like sustenance brick in a can.

I know, you may be thinking that these recent sales numbers might mean that these controversial tactics are working. Well, think about our reputation, and our history. Think of George A. Hormel, and his team of food scientists. Think of them, sitting a laboratory kitchen, injecting flavor, preservatives and other proprietary chemicals into reconstituted pork shoulder, mixed with other low cost and undesirable pig parts. Think of the food tasters who literally gave their lives in the early days of development and testing! Do you think they would approve of these tactics? Even if you think it is worth it now, think about the future. This pandemic will end, and then where will we be? Public opinion may turn on us even further when they aren’t so dependent on us. I’m worried that we are turning ourselves into a necessary evil.

Us old timers have seen big sales numbers before, try not to get wrapped up in them. It’s always tied to something terrible, usually a war or a radiation scare or fear of the apocalypse, but we all know that these numbers are just short term spikes. Unknown meat giblets mechanically and chemically ground and compressed into something that vaguely resembles a block of dog tongues that is immune to the natural effects of time will never be able to replace real, actual food as God intended it. We need to enjoy the highs, but prepare for the lows and protect ourselves and our reputation from threats like this current anti-SPAM campaign.

Sorry for all the doom and gloom. I know that you were all expecting a celebration of our big year. Well, I assure you that a celebration is going to come! I’ve got the HMS SPAMifore booked for after this meeting. That’s right, we’re having big party on the company yacht to commemorate what was a record setting year. Don’t forget to bring your annual meeting tote bags with you. Inside you’ll find a Nuclear Rapture Size can of SPAM along with a little goodie bag of George Hormel’s favorite white party powder. That’s right folks, cocaine! Now, let me just blast through these numbers and charts and we can get to raging on Albert Lea Lake like we do every year.

I Was Just Unfrozen From My 50 Year Cryogenic Sleep and I Am Extremely Disappointed

My name is Michael Ellis. You may not have heard of me, but I was cryogenically frozen in the year 1971. I worked for CryoCorp back then, and I volunteered to be a participant in their cryogenic test program. I was thrilled at the idea of helping advance a technology that could preserve human life. I entered the cryogenic chamber for the 50 year pilot program, excited to see what the year 2021 would hold, and all I can say is: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Getting revived went exactly as planned, it felt like waking up on any other day. The first thing they did when they took me out of my deep freeze and got me dressed was give me a medical mask. I assumed the mask was because I could be carrying a disease that had been eradicated. Turns out, it was the other way around. In the future, everyone needs to wear a mask all the time because of a new virus that was either manmade or came from bats. Some people still don’t wear masks, though, so the virus won’t go away? It was hard to follow all of the details, the person explaining the situation to me kept sighing, and getting angry and asking me who I voted for 50 years ago. The whole thing seemed kind of wild and a little scary. This definitely was not the utopia I had envisioned when they put me on ice, but whatever. I was still optimistic at this point; of course there would still be viruses in the future.

After they masked me up, they asked me what I wanted to do first, so I asked to read the news to see the current state of the world. The cryo technician asked me if I wanted the real news or the fake news, and then laughed. I was confused and alarmed. Is this what future is like? I remember reading 1984 when it came out and figured that it was a little far fetched, but man, maybe it wasn’t.

Anyway, I picked the real news and they brought up a newspaper on their tablet thingy (which was the first thing that looked like it was futuristic, by the way). I started reading it and there was an article that talked about political tensions with Russia. RUSSIA?! This was going on when they froze me 50 years ago. You couldn’t figure that shit out in 50 years? I figured by now we’d either have nuked each other or gotten over it, but damn.

The oddest thing in the whole article was that it talked about a president Joe Biden. I thought, hmmmm, that’s funny, I went to high school with a Joe Biden, but that was back in the late 50s, there’s no way that it can be the same guy, he must be dead or in a nursing home by now. It turns out, it’s the same guy! Good old Joe. With the Women’s Lib movement taking off when they froze me, I never thought a handsy guy like him could make it in politics, but I guess I was wrong.

So far, the year 2021 seemed a lot like the year 1971, except like a scary dystopian sci-fi version with little computer screens everywhere. Kind of like a bad episode of the Twilight Zone with a shitty writer. I mean, real estate mogul turned reality TV star turned president turned insurrection dog whistler? Giant murder hornets? Global temperatures rising? The government confirms UFOs? It all seemed like it was out of the National Enquirer, which I was surprised to find out still exists!

All this sitting around the cryo lab reading about the crazy state of affairs was really killing my optimism about the future. 50 years ago I was so excited about the future, but after waking up and reading about it, I was terrified. Maybe it was just doomsaying, though, or news sensationalism. Although I was apprehensive, I had to go outside and see it for myself. I asked the technician if I could go for a walk, and they said sure.

I opened up the doors to the CryoCorp facility and stepped out onto the streets of my hometown of Lincoln, Nebraska, and realized that nothing had actually changed. Everything looked exactly what it was like 50 years ago! The cars, the buildings, the people and their clothes, it was like they were frozen in time. While it wasn’t the exciting future I was looking for, after reading about the world had apparently become, it was nice to be back home in the 50s.

Top 10 Ways For Hurricanes To Become Even Scarier

10- Change name to TERRORcanes

9- Fling frogs at people. Frogs are scary, right? Or is that just to me?

8- Instead of regular hurricane noises, they start asking you who you voted for in the last presidential election in that way that you know it’s going to be followed by a political rant

7- Learn to attack people in their dreams

6- Hire Bill Cosby as their spokesman

5- Somehow become haunted

4- Fill themselves with bears, creating the dreaded furricane

3- Attack the house of beloved national treasure The Suns Gorilla

2- Replace rain with blood, wind with blood

1- SNAKES!!!!!!

Top 10 Office Accomplishments

10- The Cycle: Steal a stapler, a blank CD, a ream of paper and a coworker’s lunch

9- The Threepeat: Work in an office with three guys named Pete; congrats, you did it!

8- The Perfect Shirk: Go an entire week without doing anything or being fired

7- The Alley-oop: Pass out in an alley instead of going to work, oops!

6- The Double-Double: Call in sick 10 times and grab 10 rebounds in the same year

5- The Triple Crown: Badmouth the queen three times in a single day

4- The Meta: Spend a whole day only writing top ten lists

3-  The Gordie Howe Hat Trick: Write a report, make a sale and fight a coworker in a single day

2- The Undefeated Season: Be bitter your whole career but never let them know

1- The No Hitter: Work a whole year without having to break up any fistfights in the office