Sybil Kibble and her mom, JK, love Kankakee so much they hang out in front of the city sign (maybe a little too much). They need a hobby.
Tag: lit
Damien Cannot Wait to See his Mother’s Face.
Bourbonnais neckbeard Damien Hurlbutt is buying his mother PJ one of those PeeATon bikes he saw on TV for Christmas. He wants her to lose weight. Isn’t he a real tenderheart?
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Damien Exposed
Neckbeard Damien Hurlbutt checks his Mens’ Rights Activists (MRA) social media group for new activity, only to find a feminist posing as one of the guys exposed the entire group’s activity. Sucks to be Damien! Maybe try not being an MRA next time, Mr. Hurlbutt?
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Birthday Greetings to Sybil Kibble!
She’s A Mad, Mad, Woman
Meet Madeline “Madwoman” Topolla-Teirant, wife of CRASS Accounting Chief Konrad “Kon Man” Teirant and mother to his kids.
Madeline met Konrad while drafting up his real estate deeds to ensure no other multiplexes can come to Kankakee. Human Resources Manager and Chief of Security at a low income housing complex, Madeline has a reputation for verbally abusing tenants. The superintendent calls her his “biggest asset”, however the tenants call her other things. Madeline gets her reputation as Madwoman for calling tenants “childish little girls”, literally pointing her fingers and telling them to do their own maintenance.
Madeline loves Nora Roberts novels and spends her free time away from her husband and children, sitting at the local bookstore reading. However, she never spends a penny, putting them all back on the store shelves after she finishes the endings.
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Damien’s High Fashion
Damien Hurlbutt took this photo of his feet to put on his OKStupid dating ad, because he thinks it will really impress the single ladies out there. Damien thinks he his feet are really impressive. Damien feels he is a foot expert, as he really likes feet and looks at a lot of them. He records barefoot women on the home shopping channels just to watch their feet over and over again.
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Doris Studies Scheming
Doris Krabalsky is getting frustrated at the lack of interest in her pyramid schemes, despite her best attempt to convince strangers on the street that essential snake oils can cure all the ailments. She heads to a local cafe to read up on marketing tactics so she can hopefully become the bossbabe she wants to be when she grows up someday.
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Sample Saturday for Sybil
Sybil Kibble saw this sample table at the store and got so excited! Who cannot resist free food?
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Brothers-in-Hoarding
Damien and Robbie Hurlbutt: The Hoarder Brothers of Kankakee County. Newly updated Robbie description in Cast of Characters!
Meet their mother, PJ:
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Sybil Kibble Runs For Office
Sybil decides that she can make some extra dough by running for a local office.
Since she is too cheap to run political commercials, and too lazy to interact with people for the purpose of handing out political palmcards, she decides to hold a rally at the local civic center.
Visions fill Sybil’s mind of a room full of her supporters; huge red, white and blue signs carried by men and women emblazoned with the text “Vote for Sybil” as the crowd chants and claps in sync. As Sybil envisions her supporters lifting her off her feet to carry her around the room, her fantasy bubble is burst to the solo voice “may I ask a question?”
A young man, one of four people in the entire room, looks to the floor and utters “do you know where the bathroom is?”
Sybil points toward the exit sign and out he goes.
Left with three people, an elderly frail woman, and a fragrant transient couple, Sybil realizes it is five minutes past the hour and needs to start her talk.
“Let’s get this party started, huh?”
Crickets chirp during the awkward silence.
“Heheh…yeah. My name is Sybil Kibble and I am running for sixth ward alderman.”
Giggles erupt from the crowd.
“If I can count on your vote, I will make magic happen for the city. I will not only lower taxes, I will get rid of them entirely! Just think of how much money you and I will save, how much more we will have to buy food, pay our bills!”
“Ms. Kibble may I ask a question?” asked a member of the crowd.
“Not yet. If you vote for me, I will make the people so happy! I will…”
“Ms. Kibble?” he pleaded.
“Can I finish my talk?”
“No. How the heck do you plan on plan on paying for city expenses if you eradicate all taxes?”
“I will do a little dance! Spell out my name! And magic coins will fall from the sky…” Sybil bursted with great enthusiasm.
The crowd erupted with laughter.
It is safe to say that Sybil lost the election that year.
The ironic part of the story, is that the alderman seat was volunteer only. No salary was ever offered. I guess we all know what happens when we assume, huh?
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