IT’S FOOL PROOF! Coach Promises Undefeated Season with Strategy of Not Counting Opponent’s Score

Georgia Redeemer State University’s head football coach guaranteed an undefeated season this year.

Coach Rod Barstow made the promise at a press conference attended by rowdy GRSU Crusaders fans.

“This year we got a new approach,” Barstow said. “And with it, we’re going undefeated. God as my witness!”

The fans, crowding out the sports media in the small conference room, erupted into cheers.

When asked by reporters about the prediction and what the plan was, Barstow explained.

“Simple. We’re going to get rid of the opposing team’s score.”

Other reporters were quick to follow up on the comment.

“What do you mean by that, Coach? You’re going to focus completely on offense?”

“No. Not at all,” the coach said. “We’re going out there to play our game.”

“And you get rid of the opponent’s score, how?”

“You just get rid of it.”

The newsroom buzzed.

“You mean not add it to the scoreboard?”

“Like I said. Get rid of it. Ignore it. It doesn’t exist! Georgia Redeemer State wins again! Never loses!”

“So, Coach. Let me play this out. Let’s say your guy kicks off to an opposing team.”

“Yeah.”

“Their receiver catches it and runs it in for a touchdown.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s six points for your opponent.”

“No, it ain’t, neither. It’s zero. Because we got rid of their score.”

“Why play the game at all then? Isn’t the point to best your opponent with grit? Strength? Determination? Hard work?”

“Nope. The goal is winning. So why not win all the time, no matter what?”

Further questions were drowned out by whooping and hollering Georgia Redeemer State fans.

“It’s a genius move,” said an unidentified shirtless fan with ‘F’ painted on his chest. “Why didn’t anyone think of it before? We’re never gonna lose again. [Expletive] yeah!”

NEW WORLD ERROR! Illuminati Jokesters Annoyed No One Laughs at their Prank of Putting Morons in Power

“What in the name of Baphomet do we have to do?” whined Goat Mask, pounding his fist on the table.

Several other figures sat nearby in the dimly lit boardroom. They wore all black, faces obscured by animal masks.

These are the ‘Merry Millionaires.’ They’re a sub-committee of the Illuminati, the shadowy society that has run civilization since it began.

The Merry Millionaires are tasked with keeping the secret group’s morale high through jokes and pranks.

But there was no joy at their latest meeting.

“You know when you play a prank, and the target doesn’t notice?” Rat Mask explained. “That’s annoying. But then you get progressively more ridiculous and eventually your target gets it. When they do, the game is up, and you share a laugh.”

“But no matter what buffoon we install as a head of state, the unwashed masses accept it! We’ve been trying this prank for years and not once has someone said, ‘Quit pulling our legs. This isn’t a real leader.’ Not once!”

Goat Mask concurred. “Each buffoon we put in power is crazier and stupider than the last. Characters that a cartoon wouldn’t accept! What’s it going to take until people get the joke? Do we really have to send out a broom wearing a sombrero and say, ‘Presenting the new leader of the free world,’ before the human herd gets it?”

“Seems that’s our only option left,” Rhino Mask said. “Or a guy in a clown suit. Maybe an inflatable sex doll. We keep waiting for someone to say, all right. Enough is enough. The masses are clueless, sure, but I’d expect them to notice we’re pranking them. They can’t be this dumb and docile. Can they?”

GOD TOLD HIM TO S.T.F.U.! Evangelical Speaking “In Tongues” Was Actually Choking to Death

Reverend Josiah Hornblatty, Pastor for The Church of His Holy Radiance, has been called home to heaven.

The wealthy minister collapsed and died in during his weekly, live televised ceremony.

“It was during the exciting part,” explained a tearful Brandi Fielders, a regular at His Holy Radiance for over ten years.

“He fell to the floor right in front of me. The six-piece rock band was booming. The lasers and smoke machines were going full blast. And the good Reverend ran around carrying live snakes.”

Investigators determined the Reverend died from choking on a throat lozenge. Hornblatty popped the candies to soothe his throat during his marathon preaching sessions.

“He was rolling around on the floor,” Fielders continued. “Spouting gibberish. It’s called ‘speaking in tongues.’ When you commune with the holy spirits, it’s too much for our tiny, sinful minds to handle, so it comes out in a way we can’t understand.”

Despite the Reverend’s distress, Ms. Fielders took no action.

“When he started turning dark purple, I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought about calling for help. But every Sunday he’s begging God to call him home. He wanted to go to heaven so bad, I didn’t dare interfere. He reached out to me, and I thought he was begging for money like usual. I had my folded one-dollar bill ready to go.”

She never got to make that final donation. The pastor had died. Still, Fielders was positive.

“I’m sad I won’t see him every Sunday, but I’m happy he’s with the angels at last. It’s what he wanted. I just know he’s flying across the sky with Jesus in that gold-plated private jet that we paid for. First class, of course.”