Lightning strikes again! Seven years and 500-some-odd short stories later, Kankakee’s best bathroom reader* is still recycling story fodder fed to – and digested by – some weird writer named Jen. Thanks for joining the moronic malarky of the Moroniverse in our mission to mock stupid human tricks carried out by dodgy pretend primates in this species called Homo sapiens.
*According to that fictional nitwit Bernadette Cacca from Manteno.
Thank you to the bot known as Alfred on my favorite social media, Counter.Social for drawing Kankakee’s biggest dog food connoisseur, debt collector Sybil Kibble!
If you are tired of Elon Musk Bones thrown out by the X-Parrot, then you might like Counter.Social. It’s completely free of crap like algorithms, spambots and trolls. It’s run by this cool hacktivist codenamed “The Jester.”
Past fan art:
Drawing by Alea Ner
“Wash that Bernadette right out of my hair!”
— Sybil
“Brandon Dixon is Half-Asleep” drawn by Zotco.
“Sybil Kibble” by GlowButter
A bonus Damien Hurlbutt drawn in the background of this “Ghoul” painting by an artist who prefers to remain anonymous:
MoronicArts has received news that someone in the Midwest named a kitty after the fictional Manteno moron Bernadette Moran Cacca. From left to right: Not-Bernadette, Bernadette, Another Non-Bernadette cat.
That poor cat! When asked if she poops a lot, we were told “Of course! She is a bottle baby.”
Since 2017, I have written 500 short stories, some shorter than others.
Size matters.
Oh Internet stranger, you slay me. The ignorance, it seeps right out your poophole and all over the internet. It’s like art, except you have ripped out a fart, and awarded yourself The Golden Moron Award!
Llongyfarchiadau mawr! (That’s Welsh for “Big congratulations!”)
Ennui struck this fangirl hard. After I had left a comment calling my social media acquaintance “a real ham,” this keyboard cockfighter slid this doozie into my inbox:
I copied-and-pasted the definitions for her (since the so-called journalist and radio announcer was too lazy to do it), but she kept on hunting and pecking anyway:
Is that a threat or a promise?
Instead of heading to bed – mind you it was 3:00 in the morning where she was at – she used my inbox as her toilet once again:
After blocking this bored orc, I reported her to Facebook (good luck) and to her employer. Though she claims to be a radio announcer, I did not see her listed on her alleged employer’s website aside the other presenters. Maybe she just calls them up and stalks them like that one girl who went to my high school.
I also sent copies of her obsessed fan-mail to my mutual acquaintances who work in the entertainment industry (the ones whose photos she tagged) as a heads up. Because, you know, gross.
Thanks for the love, Wing! You’re a real prize.
The Moroniverse thanks our l33t readers for all your likes of our silly tales. You rock!
This is a spam I got for — you guessed it — spam.
Is a spam for spam a metaspam? I have so many questions and I want none of them answered.
Maybe this guy could use their services.
I wonder if they sell generic spam, also?
I will ask Pat Splatt. Maybe.
This guy is Pat Splatt’s biggest fan! Thank you Internet stranger for role-playing as Kankakee’s biggest huckster and junk-emailer! Pat thanks you for all the love and for taking time outta your busy day to slide into the inbox of the We Are CRASS business page on Facebook.
MoronicArts 
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