Bernadette Cacca is Going on a MoronQuest!

Bernadette “Bern” Cacca has driven to Okanagan, British Columbia, Canada to seek out the last known copy of “The Wonderful World of Dung.” 

Sidetracked, Bernadette goes on a Monster Quest: to find Ogopogo. Bern is hoping to mine some Craptocoin from its poop to make a special variety of Cryptidcoin called CraptoCryptidCoin. 

“I totally have to get a selfie with this monster.”

Hours pass, no sign of the legendary sea monster Ogopogo. 

“Hey, anybody got some Ogopogo poop? I want to make a sculpture outta it. I’m a famous content creator and influencer from Illinois!”

“Who?”

“Don’t you know who I am?”

The locals visiting the lake roll their eyes from one side to another, slowly.

A group of offended Canadians hoist the relentless Bernadette into a cannon and very politely yeet her from the premises. Bernadette is good at getting yeeted.

“Sorry,” the crowd chants as Bernadette flies far far away, and then they slow-clap for her performance.

“What was that thing?”

“Swamp witch?” The man scratches his head and the crowd disperses.

Bernadette calls the bootleg tape seller, Gary, on her smell-phone and meets up with him at a local poutine shop. 

“How much do you want for the tape?”

 “Three fiddy.” 

“Do you accept Craptocoin?”

“No, sorry, only cash. That’s how you pay for stuff, eh?”

Bernadette checks her pockets which come up empty.

Penniless and disappointed, the entramanure drives back home to Manteno, Illinois in the U S of A. She and her husband Peppi burn some poopies from the portapotties which Peppi had brought home from a job and emptied into a bonfire out back.

While watching the poopies gleam, Bernadette looks over at her stoner husband Peppi laughing his bum off at a video he is watching online using his phone.

“Git!”

“Oh honey, not now. Maybe later on.” Bern declines Peppi’s mating call.

“What are you watching?”

Bernadette looks over Peppi’s shoulder to read his PooTube screen: “The Wonderful World of Dung.” It had been posted a year ago.

My Superiority Complex is Better Than Yours!

Bradley barista, narcadoodle and former wrestler known as “Calm Down” Jina Hansen badly projects her own insecurities onto her coffeehouse staff to try and puff herself up.

“How many more drinks will you spill this week?”

“Come over here. Look at this and tell me it’s done right.”

“Stop treating your staff like crap!” a regular tells Jina.

“Oh they are my friends, we are only joking,” the 40-something Jina gaslights, as she tapes a customer’s receipt to the forehead of her 17-year old trainee.

Jina drives home and cries, losing sleep over the shell of herself she has become, knowing she will never get to be as good as she wants to be in life because her standards for everyone — including herself — are impossible. Then she craps her pants.

RSTLNE Spells Wrestling, Right?

Daily writing prompt
What TV shows did you watch as a kid?

“Calm Down” Jina Vs The Manteno Wonder

It is the year 1997, in the month of May, day the first at the Bradley Amateur Wrestling League (BrAWL).

“In this corner, standing at 5’4”, weighing 250 lbs is Bernadette Moran, the “Manteno Wonder!'”

“In the other corner is her opponent, 240 pound 5’6” ‘Calm Down’ Jina Hansen!

“You beat me last time, kiss your beeehind goodbye!” Bernadette shouts.

“Calm down, calm down!” Jina gaslights.

“I’ll give you calm!”

The two Kankakee County wrestlers go at it.

Stagehands wheel a couple of beds into the ring and the ladies start to jump like five-year-old children. The crowd boos Jina and throws tomatoes, peaches, eggplant, radishes, and ranch dressing into the ring at her which make a sloppy mess over her bed.

Jina picks up the salad ingredients and shoves them onto Bernadette’s bed.

“Clean it up!”

“I’ll clean YOU up!”

“Calm down! Calm down!” Gina gives her familiar line which makes The Manteno Wonder anything but calm.

Bern knocks the crap off her bed and chucks it crap at Jina, who slips on the dressing spilled across the ring.

Bernadette pins Jina with her bum. Then she farts.

“One, two, three!” the referee chants as they beat the floor and the two jump up, Bernadette’s hand raised in victory by the ref, Jina’s farty head reeling from the stench, stomach about to retch.

It is the last time Jina ever wrestles. She is disappointed to find out it is all an act and goes back to her old job harassing customers at a local donut shop.

A Very CRASS Message

Listen to Dale leave a message for a debtor based after Sybil Kibble barfed up this silly idea:

MoronicArts Classics: The Many Faces of Pat Splatt

Art student, con-job and sociopath Pat Splatt is proud of his entourage of fake identities, many starting with “Al” for Alias. His pretend friends go online to bother marginalized groups, pretending he is one of them so he can try and make them feel excluded via cultural gatekeeping. Too bad Pat has so much time on his hands.

“He can come and do my laundry, fold it and put it away if he’s that bored!”

— Sybil Kibble, Kankakee

MoronicArts are the “Colour of Life”

A fan-made video was made starring these idiots. Youtube ads are yucky. If you use an adblocker, log out of PooTube to work around the glitch. The Moroniverse will thank you.

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!

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.

image: cartoon of humanoid vulture wearing pigtails, waving in the foreground. In the background, another humanoid vulture can be seen flying down toward the character in the foreground. Golden Arches and the McDonaldland character Grimace are also seen in the background running from it.

Text: "McDonalds, I'm lovin' it."

“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…”

image: photo of village of Manteno, Illinois entrance

“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.

MoronicArts Classics: Damien Hurlbutt Does The Fart Dance

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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.

Not Robbie Hurlbutt

Daily writing prompt
What do you listen to while you work?
Kankakee’s Number One Elvis Impersonator