• Archive 07.07.2006 No Comments

    In the small town of Popcornnchikenz, Texas, a recent absence in cows has forced local farmers to look for a new kind of dairy. Luckily they discovered that chickens can produce an orange milk like substance when squeezed violently. This milk like substance or “Chicken Milk” has been succsefully used to make all sorts of typical dairy products, such as cheese, cream, cheese, butter, and cheese. The only flaw is that each product has a slight orange color.

    The discovery of chicken milk and its many capabilities was made by Popcornnchikenz farmer John Scaammerr and his various farm workers; Juan Lopez, Carlos Rodriguez, Maria Santiago, and Jose Garcia. Farmer Scaammerr gives most of the credit to his loyal workers. “They’ve shown high intelligence and good strength ever since they climbed the fence into my edge of the border farm.” he says.

    On a final note the cows are still missing and are suspected to have been abducted by local space aliens Chznagoz and Lhrugyo. Police are looking into the case, but so far, no real evidence against the space alien couple has been found. The only possible evidence is a barn stuffed with cows hidden in the woods behind their house and the flying saucer with a working tractor beam in their garage. However, this is very unlikely evidence. If you have information about the missing cows, please call 1-555-COW’S-LOST.

    Adios!

  • Archive 02.07.2006 No Comments

    Mr. Kidzrguna Dy, a resident in East Dallas recently completed his goal of building a 3×3 foot miniature basketball court model in his backyard. He created the model to help him plan the layout of his brand-new 3×3 mile McDonalds that he’s planning to build this fall. When we asked how a tiny basketball court model was relevant to the plans of a huge-arse McDonald’s, he stated “Ga Floogiboo, ma tel kooni ma raptur asian.” That was enough to convince us that his plan was a streak of genius.

    His miniature b-ball court seemed to be going off without a hitch, until his neighbor reported that a gang of killer pidgeons had invaded the court and started gang wars. We were able to record the pidgeons via a hidden camera, and got proof of what happened. We are lucky enough to have a friend down here at Erazats who transforms into a pidgeon by night, named Isucko. We sent him in to get killed *cough* uh, excuse me, to get DETAILS about the gangs that were hangin’ out in the courts. Here’s what we captured from a tape recorder that we strapped to Isucko:

    Isucko: Yo wazzup PIDGEZ?!
    (Right then, a pidgeon the size of a deflated balloon tackled our feeble Isucko and cornered him, threatening to peck)
    Isucko: Yo what is yo NAME?! Man back up OFFA me dawg!
    Pidd-G: My name’s Pidd-G, what’s yours? Stringcepts?
    Isucko: HAH! Oh man that was clever! *sniffle sniffle* Ooooh you got me man. But really, it’s Isucko. I’m here wundrin about yo bizness up in here. Dis place aint’ yours! DIS MY HOUSE!
    Pidd-G: Oh, oh my goodness. I am. So. Sorry. Like, we thought this was a free party or something. We -TOTALLY- are SOOOO sorry.
    Isucko: E-excuse me?
    Pidd-G: COME ON GIRLS! WE’RE LEAVING! Ugh. I am DONE. I am SO. DONE. PMS is about to kick in. Better run while ya can.
    Isucko: Uh…okay. Bye.

    Isucko has been stuck in pidgeon form ever since. But hey, we’re not complaining. The PMSing pidgeon pansy pack headed out and caused various trouble around the neighborhood, including eating all of the fattest man in the worlds’ stash of ice cream. The fat man got pissed and fell over on his dog, who promptly yelped, fell out a window, and smashed a bystanding Gnome. Another Gnome came from nowhere and threw the dog at an old lady and well…yeah. You can guess the rest.

    …Wow, I’m really craving some ice cream right now.