Nationwide helium
shortage: Midgets to blame.
You may have noticed
since around the summer of 2012 party stores have fallen flat in helium
sales. Why? Because there is a nationwide helium shortage
and it has many helium users in the country worried. In a recent interview, the spokesman for a
recently formed union, M.A.H.D (Midgets Against Helium D’extraction) stated
that party goers could “suck his hairy little balls,” while giving a CBASH
reporter the finger. The union
spokesman, Dick Goezinya went on to say that his group recently organized and went
on strike because they were tired of little persons supplying the majority of
US helium organizations and getting underpaid and underappreciated.
M.U.F.F. (Midgets Usurped For Flameretardants,) another group that
recently formed takes the same stance but with a more scientific approach. A little known scientific fact is that
midgets actually have a genetic mutation in their lungs that converts normally
breathed in air. Their lungs send
molecules to bind with the already minor amounts of helium in our breathable
air then converts it to pure helium, which when they breathe out. This would account for their squeaky little
voices and why when a non-genetically mutated human breathes in air and speaks,
it sounds normal.
A little known and at
first, top secret act commissioned by President Nixon in 1969 coined “Halfies
for Helium,” required that all midgets contribute to the helium supply once a
month for a stipend that has changed very little over time and little else has
changed to the policy as well. Until the
newly formed strike is resolved and the current demands of the midgets are met,
we may be all looking at birthdays and other celebrations that require helium
balloons, with our sprits deflated.
Here are some real stories on the helium shortage, Here and Here in case you want to enlighten yourself.
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