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Author: Jen
Chief Moron Wrangler at MoronicArts.com
Damien’s Special Birthday Meal
“Now Mr. Hurlbutt, we have a special treat for you on your birthday! Instead of daily corn-on-the-cob which we know you just love, we have something else!” the guard says as she brings the test subject his tray.
“Oooh boy, oh boy, what is it?” Damien exclaims with glee, orange neckbeard aglow.
“Corn SILK! Enjoy, Daemon!”
“It’s Damien…” the communal narc-a-doodle and former cinema clerk from Bourbonnais frowns with disappointment and melodrama to add sappiness atop sappiness, head in palm drawn down in slow motion because he is an idiot who had tried to break into Area 51.
Happy Birthday Damien!
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McVultures Fight Over McFood
“Don’t come to see me at my grave if you don’t visit me when I’m alive!” shapeshifting humanoid vulture Carla Moran passive-aggressively demands of her sister Sonya Moran.
“I’m just going to McD’s.”
“Carrion is all I eat. I am so tired of eating the same dead meat. Carrion, carrion, carrion. You know what, sis? I’m gonna get me some filet mignon and you’re NOT getting any at all. I will eat it myself. You’re not welcome.”
Sonya flies away and gets herself a decent, cheap meal; but more importantly, some peace of mind. For now….
After Sonya enjoys her burgers, fries and nuggets, she leaves the fast-food-joint in Manteno hoping to avoid her idiot sister who had flown in from Albion, Indiana. Think again.
“You forgot your shake!” Grimace exclaims as he runs to hand Sonya her dessert. Though Carla had been making air donuts the whole time Sonya was inside having her McMeal, she swoops down too late to miss Grimace handing back Sonya’s order.
Carla smacks into the ground beak-first. Sonya points, laughs, and does a little dance.
“I have a headache…”
“Good. Mine’s gone now!” Sonya says as she swoops into the air, away from her McMoron sister who really only came to stir up trouble.
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Find Yourself in a Book
Just like Sybil Kibble does, which reminds me to go back and work on my manuscript.
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Behind the Moroniverse: A writer shares one of the same big reasons I write.
Standing up for yourself — and others — is essential. Letting morons continue to create malarky only enables their stupid behavior. Who will it be to stand up in the face of absurdity?
Maybe it’s your turn.
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MoronicArts Classics: Damien Hurlbutt Does The Fart Dance
Bourbonnais cinema clerk, neckbeard and communal narc-a-doodle Damien Hurlbutt does the fart dance when he goes to rip one. The only thing he loves more than his hoard is the smell of his own gas blasts.
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Sybil & The Kibble Bowls
Kankakee bill collector Sybil Kibble got excited to see these dog bowls full of food samples. She loves to eat dog chow on her breaks from calling people at home and work to bother them about dubious debt and wanted to take some back to munch and offer to co-workers.
Sadly, Sybil’s heart sunk when she learned they were full of human food instead of doggie food. Oh, darn.
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Not Robbie Hurlbutt
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Gatekeepers. They can scram.
We at MoronicArts hereby award every gatekeeper on this planet the Golden Moron Award. You deserve it!
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Wally Green’s New Word Salad Adapter!
Turn this:
Into this:
Turn your Turd Machine Deluxe into a word-salad shooter with this new adapter from Wally Green’s!
Take aim at your enemies from the comfort of your own phone and blast them with wooden letters, magnetic poetry and plastic kindergarten ABCs using Wally’s patented remote CrapApp!
Get the word-salad variety pack: regular, tactile and super-sized, only available at your corner Wally Green’s drugstore! Buy one, get one half off (but never free).
No vegetables were harmed in the making of this story.
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