Happy Moroniversary to us!

Eight years? For real real?

Some 500-some-odd silly stories later, we are still pooping up these pretend stories featuring our fake bent carrots.

Unlike ElectronicArts, MoronicArts has not been sold to any private equity firm. We are still made in the USA from recycled electrons, used tissues and hydrogen sulfide.

Will we ever stop? yeah…no. Thank you for reading, please drive through. No coupons required.

That’s seven, seven full years! Ah, Ah, Ah.

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.

Six! That’s Six Moronic Years! Ah, Ah, Ah.

We made it another year around the Sun. Thank you readers for ingesting these tall tales of the Moroniverse. Yum.