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The Survey • How far is your home from the nearest true-to-God Italian restaurant? Sorry, but Americanized pizza joints do not apply. Olive Garden is acceptable. Fazoli's is not. less than a city block [practically next door] ten city blocks [1 mile/1½km] thirty city blocks [3 miles/5km] ten miles [16km] further than ten miles [16km] I haven’t the slightest clue • Would you like to take the next survey? Click HERE for Issue 5's Survey II. Be a Contributor! Got a good sense of humor, spark of creativity, and a hint of randomness? Be a contributor to the madness! If you can think of funny things you'd like to see on EvilPasta.com, you're just right for the EvilPasta team. Be among a select group of contributors who posess the creative and comical talents needed to make it into EvilPasta.com! You'll have access to contribute your funny thoughts, and then get credit for them when they're published. Apply HERE, and we'll send you further info so you can join in and test your pasta genius.

	Playing Dirty With the Competition A scientist was talking to God, and said, "God, we don't really need you anymore. We can make Man ourselves." God was somewhat amused, but soberly replied, "Oh, really?" The scientist said, "Yes. As a matter of fact, why don't we have a contest to see who can make a man faster, you or us." So God agreed. The scientist went back to his friends and told them about the contest. Naturally, they were very excited, and rushed into their lab to begin making preparations. They set up their equipment, mixed their chemicals, and drew up the plans for the Man they were going to create. After those preparations were complete, they went outside with their shovels and started filling up a wheelbarrow with dirt, which was the main ingredient for making a Man. As they were rolling the wheelbarrow back to the lab, a bolt of lightning struck the ground nearby, making them spill the contents of the wheelbarrow. Looking up at God, one of the scientists exclaimed, "What was that for?" God replied, "Get your own dirt."

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