The Madison Misnomer was created in a manner befitting any worthwhile publication – in a dark, smoke-filled, clandestine room here at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. We believed that the fact that the the UW did not have a monthly-ish humor publication was an anachronism. Luckily for us all, after countless donations of plasma and some upstart cash from the university (which, I’m sorry to say, has already been spent on necessary items – pens, pencils, paper, office space, publication expenses, and a jet ski) we published our first edition shortly before winter break.
But then things took a turn for the worse. Writers got involved with drugs, some joined violent gangs, and others just stayed at home and watched TLC. The writers needed help. They needed guidance. They needed enlightenment. So Ethan Krupp took them on a spiritual journey to find themselves and their spirit animals. In the process, they found a shaman by the name of Eric Wiig. All he asked in return was to be named the Supreme Overlord of The Madison Misnomer. And then Ethan said, “Okay.”
Kathleen Mallett, Joel Thomas, Matt Huppert
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What a Misnomer Writer is Made Of
1 Hefty Dollop of Sleaze
4 Cups of Racist
1 Handful of Anti-Semitism
1 Squirt of Bret Bielema’s Semen
a Pinch of Irony
a Dusting of Satire
a Squeeze of Insensitivity
2 Boxes of Wine
1 Tsp. Nutmeg
Garnished with Poop Jokes
Combine metaphorical ingredients.
Add nutmeg to taste.